I've been wanting a blow job for years, so when Frith told me about his, I thought maybe you would do me, too. How about it, Onny? Will you do it? Wil... you, please?"Well, as you might imagine, I was disappointed. I was expecting to feel a cock inside my pussy for the first time, but he wanted a blow job, not a fuck. I was so horny, though, that I couldn't refuse him. If I couldn't have his cock in my pussy, then I would settle for my mouth. But he would have to eat me, too, though. There wasn't. At this point I'm a bit hesitant, but I can feel my cock growing in my trousers, and he can feel it too because he looks down at the bulge pressing against his stomach, looks back up at me, does a little laugh and keeps on kissing me. I'm really getting into this now, so I put my hands on his tiny waist and start kissing back, we're now shoving our tongues in each others mouths, I'm caressing his waist as he's now rubbing his hands through my hair, I slide my hands down and start to grab his. His precum had soaked through the front of his boxers, but his penis had finally relaxed, flopping down onto the pillow below. He was thankful as the burn subsided, but his mind raced with sexual thoughts that threatened to undo that progress. He should have finished himself off in the bedroom and gone back to bed. He opened the fridge and adjusted his balls. The fridge was relatively empty – shopping would be tomorrow. He saw the hot chocolate on the counter, but Ryan had no desire to be a. "There was an X with Velcro restraints, hooks in the ceiling, an adjustable bench with restraints and a sex swing. In the cabinets on the wall there was an assortment of all kinds of cuffs, whips, urethral sounds, pin wheels, a complete electro sex kit, plus the largest collection of dildo and toys I had seen."Jen honey," I said, "This is all BDSM and other kink; you have led a sheltered life. I think this will really test your sexual limits."Back upstairs we talked about the rapes and put out.