"Do we?" I asked as she scooted down the bed."Yes," she replied. "Hand me a pillow, will you? And lay on your side facing me," she instructed. "I've l...arned a few things since the last time I sucked you. Do you remember that?"I closed my eyes, remembering when she was fifteen and I was seventeen and I woke up, in the middle of the night, to find her naked in my bed. I remember that she got on top of me and put my cock inside her tight pussy and rode me to an orgasm. But we were afraid of her. He sat me down and stood in front of me as he took off his shoes, then pants, and then pulled out his dick through the top of his boxers. He was trimmed, which wouldve made his dick look even bigger if it werent already so large. It wasnt ridiculously huge- not enough to cause discomfort, but it had girth and was solid as stone. I glanced up at him deviously and wrapped my hand around his member, my fingertips barely meeting each other on the other side. I let my tongue peak out from between. I think I audibly gasped, but can't remember. I didn't burst out laughing, either, I know that for sure. I immediately got as nervous as he was, and I wasn't the one that was caught red handed, so I also later thought that wasn't fair that I felt that way. Nervous, but also some other things. A bit of genuine fear, mixed with excitement as I pretended to act normal, getting the towels out of the dryer... then realizing that all 115 pounds of me is now bent over in front of a 6'4" muscular. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the metal inside her move, causing even more pain.As if nothing had happened Jack knelt between her spread legs. She felt his tongue on her burned clit and grunted with pain. “Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more.” Alex was not sure if she was meant to hear his words. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe flat. That seemed to ease the pain. For now.As Jack straightened up there was blood on.