? Yes, I must be a real whore ? shethought to herself. ? Good appetit! - he said andstarted eating. ? But how could I eat with th...sehandcuffs? ? That's your problem. Use yourmouth. Bitches, like you, don't use their hands. Usually they eat from thefloor, but now I let you eat from the table. So be grateful! She knew she had noother chance, so she started eating the other sausage with her mouth. It wasextremely humiliating for her, she thought everyone was looking at. I licked his mushroom cock head slowly at first, tasted even better than Andrew's cock, struggled a bit to fit all of his width into my mouth but after it was slippery from my saliva I could finally swallow just the head. The feeling was very intense for me, I was shivering from excitement. Andrew whispered to me " I know you want that cock inside you but you can't have that yet." He pulled my hips back, lifted up my dress and set aside my g-string. I could feel his tounge licking my labia, ". There had been far too many times I had spent in his bed while he had another girl in his heart. Although I knew he felt the same way I did about him. But things were never simple between us. We seemed to constantly be playing a game. One I was losing. I took a big sip of my double vodka and coke. I was tipsy. He wasnt drinking but I needed to, there was no way I could ender what I was doing to myself by being here. Without being smashed. I loved him. I wanted him. But he was bad for me. He. “For some reason I remember the end of one of the Three Musketeers movies they made. After the group vanquishes the evil Cardinal, D’artagnan runs up to the more experienced musketeers and asks what do they do now. The response is that they protect the kingdom, protect the king and then after someone demands to duel D’artagnan, they point out they also protect each other.”“I wasn’t much for movies when I was growing up,” the Major said. “I spent most of my time outdoors playing sports.”“I.