She wound the film back again to the moment her face was splattered with cum. “Notice anything odd about his cum-juice babes?” Nice question from ...our girlfriend! I looked carefully and said “Yeah. Mines not as clear white as that and it looks, well, runny rather than sticky”“That’s cos it’s NOT cum babes . . .” And she looked at me with a grin.“What is it then?” I asked rather naively.“Do you like Pina Colada babes?” Nikki asked.“Don’t think I’ve ever had one. It’s . . . . WHITE isn’t. Then I heard a voice firmly instruct me, “Suck it!” I opened my eyes to find that “it” was a very hard cock being held in front of my face. I accepted the dick into my mouth and he fucked my mouth as deep as he could. It tasted salty and unpleasant, as it hit the back of my throat making me gag. I was rewarded for my obedience with my body being released from being pinned down to the table. For several minutes the stranger fucked my face and my tears subsided. Now I was being a good girl and. “Thank you, sir.” I replied. “Nice girl,” he said. “Actually, bad girl. You’re being such a bad girl.” “I’m only doing what I’ve been told, sir,” I said. “What kind of girl shows off her cunt like that?” he asked. “Her shaved, wet cunt? ” “I do, sir,” I said. “Because you told me.” “I did,” he said. “I thought you’d be more of a challenge and not as wet. A girl with a wet pussy is a bad girl.” I was confused. I knew this was all about me trusting him to let go of my inhibitions, and exposing. I called the local Indian and ordered a takeaway; after a second glass of wine I walked over to the Tandoori and collected my dinner. Just as I was leaving, who should be going in, than the guy from the sex shop. I don’t know who was more surprised—him or me. My eyes widened in recognition, and his did the same as he held the door open for me. My heart in my throat, I beat a hasty retreat, walking quickly back to my flat; this time I didn’t hear anything from behind me and ten minutes later I.