"This is so crazy and creepy, right? Do you think someone was held captive here? Like a sex slave?" Mounika asked.I laughed. "No you pervert!" I ...eafed through the magazines and found a pamphlet that I handed her. It was titled "Survival Under Atomic Attack"She looked a bit confused."During the 1950s and '60s people thought building bunkers in their backyard might save them if Russians started lobbing bombs this way. So I wouldn't eat this food." I explained as I picked up one of the. He made his way back to her toes, while his fingers searched for her clit. She gasped sharply when his fingers hit their destination. "Oh my gosh, King." She moaned and writhed under his touch as his fingers and tongue moved in sync. He slid two fingers inside her wet hole, while his thumb rubbed her nub. He felt her tighten around his fingers, and as he looked up at her, he witnessed a range of emotions on her face. "Are you okay, my Queen?" he asked. "Yes, just concentrating on not coming.". Even though I got them off and got the cum the experience left me wanting. Now I'm a true and total slut (from lipstick to heels) and driven to please and satisfy, so I will always suck with enthusiasm, sound effects, and a smile. I also do my best to customize every blow job for the cock and man in front of me (unless I'm eating his ass at the time). I figured it was them and not me because they were all dizzy, spent, and shaky legged afterwards (as most usually are), and thanking me. One guy. I do love those titties.When we arrived home from dinner, she led me by the hand down the hall to our bedroom. She roughly pushed me down on the bed so hard I thought the water bed mattress was going to break and placed a blindfold over my eyes. I was anticipating an evening of perfect sex with a blowjob and piece of ass. Boy was I surprised what else she had in store for me. As I lay on my back she ordered "do not move" and told me that I needed to follow her instructions tonight exactly, or I.