We met about a year ago at a bar when I was out drinking with my buddies, she was 24 at the time and I had just recently turned 29. I spotted her as s...on as I walked in. Her slim figure, ivory pale skin, full lips and sparkling green eyes had me captivated immediately. She was leaning with her back to the bar, elbows on its surface in a pose that highlighted her hip bones over the top of her low-slung jeans. A tight Star Wars t-shirt clung to her flat stomach and was only slightly distended by. He told her about John seeing what they were doing last night."Wow! What did he say? Was he mad? Is he going to tell on us?" Gees, no! He wants to lap your cunt." Oooo! I'd like that. Will he let me suck his cock too?" I'm sure he will. He wants to do the same things that I've been doing with you." Wow! I can't wait! Can we sneak off right after dinner?" I don't see why not."Trading blow jobs with David was awesome but now John was having an attack of conscience. He took his big brother aside. All in all, he was thoroughly miserable,from his aching jaws to his burning bottom, to his feet in theirunaccustomed stiff, narrow high heels. But the worst part of his ordealwas the isolation. As all prisoners do, he was discovering that hisfear that his captor would never return was worse than the fear of hercoming back to torment him again. Either way he could not stop thinkingabout Kathleen and what she had in store for him. She was fast becomingan obsession and his anxiety was constantly. " I mumbled. "SIR! Hello! Ms. Thompson will see you now. I'm sorry to raise my voice at you Sir. I guess you didn't hear me calling you." She smiled as she stood and walked me towards a set of large paneled doors. Even in my panic, I couldn't ignore that this lovely lass had a very nice set of tits crowned with nice hard nipples that proudly begged to be noticed. The door opened just as I reached for the ornate handle. There stood the ever radiant and beautiful Ms. Thompson. Ms. Thompson was a.