I looked up at him again then pushed forward slightly, allowing my lips to part slightly, hoping to make him feel he were being forced into a tight as..., rather than my eager mouth. Shawn's groan as I pressed forward let me know he wasn't fooled though, and that it was my mouth he wanted. Slowly, steadily I continued to push my face toward his pelvis, my lips and tongue now enthusiastically massaging the piece of cock in my mouth, while my hand squeezed and rubbed the part that wasn't. Shawn. I was chatting with a group I was in class with, including Freddy, one of the guys in my History class. He was always kind of a clown, and as usual he was joking and teasing a lot. And when he said he was thirsty and getting another soda, he asked me if I wanted one. Well, of course I said yes.Then about half way through the night he asked me if I wanted to dance. I told him I had not danced in many years, and he said that was not a problem. He had me fold my cane, and I did and had it dangle. Sir set it on the bedside table and went back to the dresser, this time bringing back the sleek, leather handled riding crop, my ball gag, leather collar, and tweezer clamps. A small, excited whimper escaped me. We hadn’t played for weeks. He worked hard during the day and barely had the energy to get through the night, so I tried not to push him too hard. I made sure he knew I was ready to bow and break at any moment. My appetite for the darkness of subspace was overwhelming. Sir collared me. I know the guys love it, but there’s not much of ya to soak up the booze.’ ‘We got some vodka for your O.J. if you wanna little hair o’ the dog,’ Brian said. ‘Fuck yeah,’ she said quietly. ‘Somebody make me one. I’ll be right back.’ She rose from her chair slowly and walked carefully down the pine needle covered path to the water, placing each footstep gently, so as not to jar her brain. It was a powerful hangover, and her mind was in a massive fog, not thinking clearly at all as she pulled off.