Ceeeeeee."Bob was in deep, so he bored on. "The only ones who aren't dressed to catch a man's attention are Valerie and Amanda, and even THEY look sex... just because they're so cute and girly looking.Amanda looked from his stiff pecker pouch to his face. "Well ... um ... Val and I sort of have on nighties that we were afraid to let you see." She blushed. "They sort of ... uh ... show even more."Bob's mouth dropped open. "You have to be kidding me!" he said. "How could they show more?"Amanda said. Up and down you stroke, his moans increase with your pace. You taste his cock between your lips and run your tongue along the underside of his shift. You flick the slit playfully before surrounding the head with your lips and pushing down letting it slide in and our of your mouth. He loves the feeling of your tongue as the shaft slide along it; you can feel his cock harden even more and hear his grunts as it slides in and out. You wrap your fingers around his shaft and continue bobbing up and. He stroked to his finish which left it dripping all over my face. My tongue was stretching and trying to get every drop. “You’re fed,” he said. He left me for a while in that place while he showered, ate, dressed. I was unstrapped and allowed to bath and use bathroom. I came out to some food and ate it like I was starving. I was lead back to the bed and strapped down again. He left for a few hours and I was in and out of sleep. I had been awake for a while when he came back, however he did. I laid there for hours watching the ceiling fan…which while off seemed to me to be self-propelled. Every time I closed my eyes the room spun. The next morning finally arrived and I got up and drank enough water to take some Tylenol…two minutes later I was puking again…the toilet went completely pink with white zinfandel…after 6 hours and all the throwing up I’d already done. I finally got some food down around 4:00 that day…put the old adage that a wine puck I the worst puke of all definitely.