I now wanted to be called, not Jane but John. Edith had a little more work to do because of her breasts. Being a nurse she had brought along an ace ba...dage that she wrapped around her chest thus flattening her breasts. Her face was still feminine even without makeup but that would have to do. She too wrapped her hair in a bun and put on a cap. She was able to find some old clothes of my dad’s that mom did not throw away. With a flannel shirt and baggy jeans she did look, if not masculine at. It felt more of salty but I liked it. I asked her to blow me and my dick disappeared in her mouth gosh! That was so soft and warm trust me fellows blow job feels better than the pussy. She was doing it for the first time but she was good at what she was doing though not a master but was Jack for sure and her tongue was moving up and down my shaft and the moans of pleasure were out of my mouth. I spurt the warm fluid in her mouth and I could not even warn her and after that it was all for what I. Pounding her and stopping. Seemed more of a torture than satisfaction. He left her tied to the bed. She yelled for help and finally I broke in her house and cut her loose. She was sore and marked up from the toys and beating. I ask if she was ok? Yea I get that some time. Helps pay the rent. So I guess she made her side money selling her ass. I never paid and was always welcome. She ask how I knew, I pointed to the window and Lisa. Was she watching? Yea we fucked her while we watched you. She. So are your own erotic indulgences relevant here?" No, Sir. Unless of course they are of interest or amusement as well. Could that not be the case?"It impressed me that, despite the hard crop blows, the discomfort of being strung up by her wrists and the imposition of the cincher, she was still considering the purpose of her training. "Very good," I responded with encouragement. "That is indeed the case. I think, though, that we will explore that in a more controlled manner than simply as a.