The young man was the son of the woman and didn't talk much but his mom talked a lot and before long we knew all about them and their family. Her husb...nd and their daughter were also door knocking a few houses down the street and this was a monthly occasion for them. Her sons name was Michael and he was almost nineteen years old. He was a slightly built lad who was clearly uncomfortable in the company of others and was happy to let his mom do all the talking. I did however notice that he. "Now it is my turn to be pleasured," She smiled and kissed him.Steve rolled on top of her and they kissed. He started working his way down. He kissed and sucked her nipples to hardness taking great pleasure as he saw them become dark red with rock hard nipples as her arousal increased. He brushed his lips over her belly and kissed her navel then worked his way down from there."Oh my," she sighed, "the men of my race never do that." Trust me you'll like it," He breathed and pressed his tongue. He dipped a cup into the urine bucket and gave her more to drink. She was so parched that she drank every bit of the acrid, smelly piss he gave her. As the hours passed, Chiyoko tried to control her pain and get enough air in her lungs by changing positions, but at some point she realized there was no real relief - only endless agony going up and down on the pole. The mental torture of crucifixion was the worst part. She had no choice but to go up and down, over and over again. A slow and. We stopped for a moment as the tension became almost unbearable and I moved down besides him so that we're lying facing each other on our sides. We lay gently touching each other for a few moments, him tracing the outline of my chest and nipples with his fingers and me rubbing his chest and shoulders and running my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck.He moved his hand down and pushed me over onto my back and gently kissed and licked my chest, taking the hardened nipples one by one.