At one point, I looked out of the patio doors, and I'm almost sure that I saw Louise looking at me, but Jon suddenly ripped another strip off, and whe... the pain subsided and I looked again, she was gone. At last Jon was finished, and he let me get up and take the gag off and look at myself in the mirror as I rubbed cream on myself. Yes, I was nice and smooth, but I was also bright red. Jon said that the best way to cool down, was to go and have a swim.I put my white costume on (for the first. Why you might wonder? I realized when my hand flowed around looking for the fabric that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Guilty,” I heard quietly escape from her lips, “I was hoping you noticed at your house.” “Well,” I uttered nervously, “I figured you were wearing a thong.” She started to kiss me more vigorously and parted her lips. It was the only invitation needed as my tongue ventured inside of her mouth beginning that beautiful tug-of-war the French were so smart to invent. I picked her. She grabbed the vibrator and used it on my balls it combined with the fact she was licking my shaft felt amazing. She went to town on my cock for a while, as I thought about how in the world a 17 year old could be this talented in the bed, when I was that age girls never even touched your cock let alone let you come in their mouth. She sat back up on her knees and I rose to slide my legs over the side of the bed. She reached under the bed and pulled out a condom. She knelt before me and put it. " What matters?" Amanda asked, mildly curious."Tracy?" I asked, raising an interrogative eyebrow."Oh, all right, I guess." Do you want to tell her, or do you trust me to do you justice?" I'd be too embarrassed," the teen replied."Okay," I told her, then turned back to Amanda. "Tracy has been very brave in the wake of her rape and that of the other women from the Lake Mead group, but is developing a growing fear that she will get pregnant with a rapist's baby." Okay so far?" I asked the young.