I was dressed in a super sheer white blouse with no bra my nipples were hard and the dark large brown circles of my nipples showed clearly though the ...abric. I wore a white mini that barely covered my clean shaven pussy when standing up and would let everything show when I’d bend over! The only other apparel I wore was some high stockings. I wore makeup and as my husband said I looked like a real fuck slut. There were only a handful of guys there when we arrived 3 of whom I recognized from. Every nerve ending sizzles with, some feeling caught between pleasure and pain. The darkness and silence have consumed her. The only sound in the room comes from her own moans, and the subtle vibrating inside her. Ashley has all but given up. Her willpower is gone and her mind is bent. Her jaw still gently clasps the panties in her mouth, but only out of a means of stress relief do they stay in. Ashley feels it would be better then biting down on her own tongue in the midst of her anguish.. She was then restrained and her new Daddy suddenly slipped into the treatment room, excused the attendant, and fucked his slut properly, emptying His seed into her womb. He then summoned the attendant, who was maintaining watch just outside, and tipped her nicely to eat the sticky cream pie that remained inside his wanton slut. He then positioned himself at the slut's head and ordered her to lick his dripping cock clean, demonstrating both gratitude and obedience."That's it" He encouraged the. I started calling gay chatlines and having phone sex with men from all over the country. But about after a year of doing this it only made me want to try the real thing. I met a guy one sunday afternoon on a chatline local to where I was living at the time. His name was Rick, he was 54 and divorced and had never been with a man before either but had always fantasized about it. We chatted for a while then he invited me over to his condo. I arrived about 30 minutes later, very nervous but.