I was preparedfor the worse. Once my master pulled out the opaque lenses out of myeyes I had trouble watching this into this big light that was shinin...on me. I had to blink my eyes. After a while I could see a red ledlight on a video camera. So the whole procedure was videotaped as wellI thought. Miss Cali stood behind me and I couldn't see her. My Masterwalked towards me with a hospital stand that holds two big plasticsacks with a clear liquid. Miss Cali said to me; Don't be afraid honeythis. His voice was intoxicating to me. While I lay my complete trust onto him I let go of my fears and let him take me. He began to sweetly kiss my neck; feeling his breath upon my skin sent shivers down my spine. His fingers ran down in between the space of my breasts, tracing the curves of them and then caressed them as he moved down to take my nipples into his mouth. I felt my nipples stand at attention as they entered his moist wet mouth; his teeth tugged on them, and he teased them with the. It was impossible. That just wasn’t my parents. Yeah, I’m sure they did things they didn’t want me to know about, but I knew them well enough to believe with certainty that they were not swinger material. And yet, my cock remained hard as I remembered the scene, no matter how disgusted I became. I flicked on the overhead light and checked the address on the card given to my by Sarah Tasker. I recognized the street and thought I knew at which motel she was staying. It was a little off the. As we ended the kiss, she leaned back, took my hands to hold them, and said, "Let me look at you."Well, I wanted to look at her, too. She had on black yoga pants (yeah, remember those from Mary?) and a light blue vee-neck sweater. The sweater set off her hair perfectly, and her eyeliner, I noted, was the same color. Had she dressed especially for me? We usually were pretty casual around the house in the evening, but she was anything but dressed casually. She was hot. I looked at her, up and.