Then there was the crime. His store had been burglarized three times and once they had even taken several of the animals whom he had worried about muc... more than the money taken from the cash drawer.There had been muggings over the years, but he had been lucky in that respect. He nevertheless unconsciously quickened his pace a bit."Hi, Mr. Branham," came the sweet voice from the corner.The prostitutes had moved in a few years ago when the neighborhood had begun to deteriorate. A lot of the long. “Why do I have to be first?”“You want it,” I said, having seen her enjoy these games. And truthfully, so did I. I needed to be made to do despicable sex acts. The more I didn’t like something, the more it hurt, the more I was made to enjoy the worst impulses of my sluttiness, the harder I could cum. Yes, I needed the scholarship. But I craved the submission, serving Sandra like the African goddess she was, slender and tall, perfectly proportioned with a thick, toned ass and small, delicate. Knowing the moment is fucking hot. He moaned as he swallowed it all with a gulp and they kept on kissing. It stung his throat. It was great. The only thing is, the desire to swallow quickly recedes as the orgasm takes over. This is the sad reality: one's own cum can never, by definition, be eaten in the full heat of arousal.He was having thoughts like those, tied to the bed, blindfolded. Had he heard the door? It was hard to say. It was torture, being naked and horny on a bed with his hands. It would be good to have Elyse around, just as it would be good to have Kathy Will close by, and Bethany and Beth would not be too far away.Thursday and Friday were, thankfully, normal days, with Kara accompanying me to the computer lab. When I dropped her at home, she once again kissed me on the cheek. It seemed that in her mind she still hoped we could work through the issue, but she certainly wasn’t going to do anything remotely sexual until it was sorted out, one way or the other.On Friday,.