The busboy raised his eyebrows as he poured our water, but Nelle gave him the hairy eyeball, and he somehow managed to suppress his laughter. When the...waitress arrived with menus, Nelle accepted only one, which she kept to herself. I knew better than to ask, so I just let her do the ordering. She got herself a cheeseburger deluxe and a diet soda. For me she ordered a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a chocolate milkshake. It was difficult to eat such sweet stuff, but I could see that Nelle. He had my ass checks cupped in his hands as his tongue worked my clit. I was arching my back and pinching my hard nipples under his relentless tongue. I knew I was going to cum soon as I felt the intensity building. He slid one hand from under me and shovel two fingers in my wet pussy. That's all it took, my legs started shaking, my body twisting, but he stayed vigilant on my clit. Finally I pushed his head off as I rode out the extensive orgasm. He slid up along side me and kissed me deeply. I. . until he starts panting... its ok boy... dzjinna is here for you... pushing my slender hand... upside down... stroking his cock... harder he gets... as i purr in his ear and he hears my familar voice... good boy... harder boy... please... i need u harder... cum on boy... stroking... squeezing... feeling his precum spew out... so i can rub the slippery head... mmmmmmmm... good boy..."The landscape was hidden in darkness and shrouds of mist. We followed the curves and hairpins down the. I had turned this around in my head so much that it squeezed its way out that I wanted to be chastised for my success, and pragmatically, my ever-naughty subconscious had decided that kinky sex would be the best way to express that desire. I wanted to be punished, sexually used until I found some kind of redemption.It was even more terrifying than I had first envisaged. John seemed quite unruffled as I ranted on about the unfairness of life. I'd never put these feelings into words before. It.