If a cot with a blanket could be called that... only to feel that precise same needle-hot agony the moment I touched the sheets. Now that I have this ...ournal and pen in hand, I'm able to sit down on it as I write. And as much as I'd like to say words in here that would hopefully placate him and let me go, I seem to be forced, somehow, to write the thoughts that are in my head.Anyway, I am stuck in this featureless room. No, it's not the same bedroom that I appeared in... or perhaps it is. After. As a result, some reflexive muscles at my dick twitched around, and she lifted off herself, looking at me first with disbelief, then with pure joy."You're really not disgusted! How great...! I've never thought this games could be this hot!"With this, she returned to her position and continued to play and suck my dick. I resumed licking her pussy, and after merely seconds, her movements became much faster, she bucked around uncontrollably and was nearly hyperventilating - she was reaching her. I purred. I laid down on the desk, spreading my legs wide for my therapist. I felt so warm and fuzzy being a good girl for him. He stroked his hard on and said, See this? Im not through with you yet. Not until Ive filled your sweet little honey pot with my hot cream. He knelt in front of the desk with his head between my legs and began to lick me front the top of my slit to the bottom tasting my sweet juices. Flicking his tongue back and forth on my clit, he slid three fingers inside of me. He was playing with hands and fidgeting on the couch. He probably regretted saying what he said, but it's too late now."Maybe? I don't know. It could be because I'm still a little drunk, but I mean I've thought about it before tonight. Alot, actually. I'm definitely into girls, don't get me wrong. But something about getting close to another guy, touching a hard dick, feeling it in my…."He stopped and looked at me. I guess to make sure I wasn't looking at him funny or was disgusted by what he.