"And then he squirted all over me and started laughing. I should have bit him. He wouldn't be laughing then. I still can feel that gunk in my hair. Di... I miss any? I don't want to go in the house with it still on me." No, Em, I think we got it all wiped off. I'm pretty sure that not all guys are going to be like he was. My guy was actually pretty nice. It was sort of exciting, really. I was kind of surprised at how much stuff he shot into my mouth though. I thought there was just going to be a. "Pam said without looking over, "This is nasty and I don't want to do this. I don't want to touch any of them; I just want to go." Pam, please try to put yourself in my place. Imagine yourself as a mother of four boys and a husband with a thing for young chicks. Imagine that you live right across the street from their dream girl, that you see them being tortured and tormented on a daily basis. You see their suffering and you do what you can to relieve as much as you can, but no matter what you. I went to the bag she'd left in my wardrobe and immediately I was not disappointed. A mahogany satin bra and thong sat temptingly atop her things. I hurriedly slipped the bra over my shoulders and stepped in to the thong. My cock stretched the cool satin so tight I could make out the outline of the head of my hard dick, pulled to one side as it followed the line of the panties to my hip. A quick check of the bag revealed a pair of black, lace top, fish net hold-ups, which I carefully eased over. ..pulling your fingers out you walk around and push them into my mouth ordering me to lick them clean... I look into your eyes submissively and see the glint of the power and control you have over me forcing me to suck and lick your dirty fingers clean... I bow my head in shame, as you walk back around and bending down you push a butt plug into my ass... then I watch as you attach a strap-on to your waist and grabbing my hair push it deep into my mouth, filling it until I gag... not being your.