But I was going to find out soon just howwrong I was...Without warning, Mistress Michelle stuck the butt-plug in my mouth and urged me to lickit clean... I tried to protest, but the plug suffocated my pleas. I tried to putit aside, but I was firmly bound and unable to take it out of my mouth. I tried to move my mouthaside, but my Mistress was faster than me and kept the plug inside my mouth. SoonI stopped resisting and started to clean my feces from the toy. At the beginningit gave me nausea, but. ” Sandy was half in jest. I had to admit that I was interested, too. Dad picked new hobbies rarely and they were always interesting.We went into one of the unused bedrooms. The bed had been removed and a table was in the room with electronic equipment on it. I could see wires going out the window. I could see microphones. “Dad, this looks way too complicated to be CB, but is radio of some kind.”Sandy exclaimed, “I know what that is. It’s ham radio. I recognize the Kenwood 440. My father was a. " Aw, shucks, Michael," smiled Jean. "I didn't really do anything special. My neighbor is the postmaster. I had a cup of coffee with her. Of course, she couldn't do anything officially to help us -- privacy, you know. But she encouraged the five postal carriers to sit down with Michael and his friends. Michael met with Tammy Robinson on Wednesday morning at the café. Two and a half hours later, Tammy had recited the 122 names of everyone on her mail route."Later, Michael and I put our heads. The sensation was amazing; here I was on my knees in the shower sucking my long-standing friend off, with the water cascading over us both. It felt fantastic. I continued to lick and then took each of his balls in my mouth in turn, sucking for all I was worth. I moved my hand around, gently worked my finger around his hole, until he relaxed enough to allow it to enter him. I heard a groan of pleasure, against the noise of the water. This only encouraged me as I pushed my finger deeper inside.