Her arms bound behind her high between her shoulder blades under the rubber suit. Her face was in her litre box with her tongue ring tied to a string ...ttached to the bottom of the litre box. Her tongue and nose just afew inches away from a pile of shit that she didn't cover with the litre. She breast had heavy weights attached to her nipple rings making her breast touch the floor of the cage. She didn't look that comfortable I wondered how long she had been in that position. "Master Tom (My. We did the usual things and they got better and better as time passed. He didn't make gallons of cum, I didn't mess his bed with squirting. Why am I telling you this? Because the reality of an i****tuous relationship is far, far removed from the masturbation fantasies that people often write and pass off as personal experience.Our parents know and their emotions have ranged from horror, through shame, to loving, if resigned, acceptance. When we come home we sleep in the same bed and they treat. .."I wish it would snow," I said."You hoping for a no-school day tomorrow?" No," I hurriedly clarified, "I just meant the valley looks nice whenthere's snow on it. It makes everything look.... clean or something." It isn't too early at all for our first snow of the year. So you mightjust get your wish. And you're right, it is pretty here after itsnows."I knew I couldn't try to stay home like this very often, or these"colds" and "stomach aches" of mine would start to be evaluated farmore. At the end when he was ready to cum he pulled out and shot his hot load all over my face. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out in an attempt to get as much as I could into my mouth, but it was a futile attempt as he spewed everywhere. He smiled, patted me on the cheek lovingly and left. I thought about masturbating after this, but instead thought I would wait until I left. Maybe someone else is around who wanted to suck my cock and I would be lucky enough to run into him. After a few hours.