‘Wait, I just want to talk,’ he said. He wondered why he thought this would be easy. ‘Please.’ ‘No,’ she said, a little sad. She knew what...he was going to say. ‘Don’t tell anyone, they wouldn’t believe you,’ just like his friend Tom had said after he tried to kiss her in third year. ‘Fine, if you won’t come down… I’ll just have to come up,’ he said, studying the tree. He looked for places where it was worn so he would know where to put his feet and started climbing. ‘Wait, what?’ she said. I took him as deep as I could, coughing, spluttering, choking, but then diving back down on him for more.I sucked and sucked, and he gently fucked my mouth. It was heaven. I could tell he must be close to delivering me a tasty treat; but he pulled away. And left the room.I waited. I tried to get as comfortable as I could. Of course my arse was on fire still. I was worried about what welts would be there, and for how many days. And my jaw was sore too, from my oral ministrations to his lovely. Well, that's my perfect scenario. I LOVE being treated like a cum receptacle so I agreed.He gave me an address and told me he was house sitting for friends and reconfirmed that, after he was done with me that I would leave. He told me to pull up in front of the house and text him and he'd come out and get me. It was after midnight by now.I followed the directions and sure enough, I found the place. It was in a development. Nice house. Nice neighborhood. I texted him and he showed up at the side. Are they naked? Are they hard? ‘Spread your feet shoulders width apart.’ You comply. ‘Now bend at the waist and lean forward.’ Again you do as you are told. You are leaning forward, hands on the edge of the bed. Your ass on display, protected only by a tiny green thong. You wonder how much they can see, you know how much they can see. You turn red. You feel a hand touching your ass, playing with it, playing with the thong. You assume it is mine but you are not sure. After a few minutes, which.