By this time I was feeling like I was going to burst. He opened the door with one hand and corrested my bulge with another hand. We walked in and I we...t and laid on the sofa. He walked in front of me and pulled his dick out and I started sucking it once again. It was huge. Not that wide but long. I would say it was about 1 in a half inches wide and just like he said it was 9 inches long. I got about 7 inches into my mouth. The rest I couldn't take in. So I sucked what I could and licked the. I was going to get out of this, then I will never drink again! Never!!!She smiled, unnervingly. As if she had been high and did not know whatit was to be sober. "Now honey, you are bound down, you are going to be reformed." Reformed what was this nutty cunt talking about?! With all of my strength I turned my head. I saw that the walls were covered in whips,chains, and all kinds of torture devices. I cried!The woman turned my head back. "No they are for later." Again that sick smile, I wanted to. She lived just out of the town limits. We were a 100 yards from her house when I felt her hand down in my pants. I had been laid before but I had never had a girl touch my dick. I almost wrecked the car before I could pull over. By that time she had my pants unzipped and was jacking me off. My dick was in the hands of an experienced lady and she was doing things to me that I could only have dreamed were possible. She was squeezing my balls and twisting them to the breaking point. My disgust for. She senses…what? It is as if someone is in the room with her, and yet, there is no fear, even at the soft stirring of her hair being brushed aside. ~I’m~ dreaming, she tells herself as the scent of rose grows stronger, and a gentle touch too smooth for human finger, softly grazes the back of her neck. It is cool, silken moving unhurriedly along her shoulders. ‘…dreaming…,’ she sighs, as a long, slow glide along her spine strokes, seems to stoke embers within her. Dreaming or not, Shelli finds.