Her areolae were millimeters away from popping out and it wasn’t going to take a lot of movement to send them flying out. It only came down to a cou...le of inches above her belly button.She was showing a lot of midriff because of her ‘miniskirt’. I use the term loosely. I have teased her about another short shirt she had that I called ‘the belt’. This one really was! It was black, leather and nine or ten inches long. She wore it so low on her hips, you knew without question that she shaved her. When–when!–did I become this small, pathetic creature? ‘Not one damn thing.’ Her eyes catch the firelight, throw it back at me in browns and greens and golds. ‘Alright. Then…’ (what am I doing?) ‘What if what I want is a kiss, ah? What if I’d like nothing better than to say to hell with the storm and to hell with our clothes and to hell with these damned towels, and see whether your skin is as soft as this light makes it look? What if I want to feel your nails down my back? Does that sound like. I didn't know many neighbours, but had a feeling I'd never met this one before.I cried out against his cock, my voice sounding muffled, choked, as his cock slid in and out of my throat. I didn't dare bite. Or did I? I felt the panic rise in me, wondering again if my owners knew what this man was doing. I wondered, too, what the men, my owners, were doing. Where were they? Why were they allowing this man to hurt me?I felt my throat bruising. I felt my lips growing numb as I dutifully sucked his. I had to swallow two times to keep from choking. His cum was a little bitter-tasting, probably because he is a smoker, which I didn't mind. That made it even nastier and exciting for me, and I really enjoyed feeling his cum slide down my throat. Sometimes cum is rather bland tasting, so it's nice when it's either a little bitter or sweet, because that lets me know that I have taken a load of man-milk into my mouth. My only regret was that I didn't get to see that big load squirting out of.