We were u******e drinking, something back then was not really a problem, if you looked older you could find a place to park your bum, as nice fanny at...racted men to stay and spend money.The owner wanted us in his back street bar, we attracted punters, and in return we got pissed.Well now you know the background as to our state of condition, we were drunk girls and I and my friend made our way back to her home, I was sleeping over as her parents were in Corfu for one weeks semester, and we were. Brown slowly, "I understand that you have an interest in photography." I suppose so," she agreed."We have that in common. I am an avid photographer." Really?" she questioned. "I don't see any of your work around here." That's true. My photos are not the kind one displays in public. They are a lot more like the sort of photos you like to take in supermarkets." Oh, I see," blushed Penny, wondering who would volunteer to be photographed by this brute of a man.She involuntarily shuddered as he went. "Obediently, you wrap your warm lips around my shaft and begin to suck. Your talented tongue swirl around my shaft. Slowly, you take my full length deep into your fabulous mouth. Even more slowly you drawl back, until only the head of my cock remained trapped between those incredible lips. The rhythm you set is exquisite torture. A deliberate tease."Suck it Save!"You maintain your tormenting pace, knowing full-well the consequences of your disobedience.Grabbing two handfuls of your hair, I pull. But they forget, or don't care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then he spotted the feather stuck to one drop of honey. A soft and iridescent feather. A Muse's feather. Friday's feather.As he.