I wasn’t going to turn back now.Susanna. That wasn’t the name most of her fans knew her by; I was one of the privileged few who knew her real name... That was a closely guarded secret. She had a sensitive job, a career that could be derailed if her “hobby” should be disclosed.I’m Adam Stone, currently on vacation from my job as a programmer in Seattle; whether that remained true, the next couple of weeks would reveal.I have a guilty secret. Oh, it’s not all that nasty; I enjoy reading erotic. .. he told me how good it felt and he'd been watching me for a few days... I was nervous because anyone could just walk in and see what a little cocksucking whore I was... he grabbed my hair into pigtails as his 8" was being slobbered over... he said he thought I looked like a girl when he first saw me... I pulled off and said... " I am and I can't help myself..." he smiled as I started sucking again... "what's your name" he whispered... I pulled off.. "Judy".... and licked his shaft ... he. Much of the land around Gynt had been cleared, but there were a few majestic oaks still scattered. The limbs of these trees started a way off the ground, and Dee had challenged herself to master getting into every single tree. Once one had gained the first limbs, the rest were easy, and being slight of build, Dee could get into the highest branches, with the lovely feeling of the wind in her hair, the whole of Gynt laid out like a wooden model beneath her.The oldest, and tallest, oak tree was. Your legs wrap almost u*********sly around his waist, and you squirm against the beam, searching... he smiles to himself at your shuddering gasp as his hardness presses between your thighs, even through the fabric. Quickly, impatiently, he lowers you to the floor, ignoring your moan of protest as he spins you about, pressing you forward against the beam as he unbuckles the belts about your waist... as he tugs the mangled bodice down... as he ungracefully stips your clothing away, tossing it.