My pussy juices continued to trickle out. He finally rewarded himself by sticking out his tongue to lick up my nectar, savoring its clean, fresh, eart...y aroma.All this time, I was enjoying the exquisite sensations emanating from down below. I kept moaning and writhing in pleasure. “Aah!”, I was coming very close to climax.He continued to lick up my slit and eventually flicked his tongue over my protuberant clit. This sent me over the edge and I experienced a long intense climax. I experienced a. After that, I opened up more, talking of my fear ofpain, of releasing the wilder fantasies that were the usual accompanimentfor my masturbation sessions. And the upshot of this was that I agreed togo to him - for a weekend and not just a few hours - and soon.Yes, I was still nervous and afraid, more so than with other Mastersbecause I felt that this one could not be fooled, that all my ploys wouldprove useless with him. This made me vacillate in my decision to meethim. One day I couldn't wait. He bites and soothes and groans. His hands never stray, he doesn’t touch anywhere inappropriate. Still, the hunger he feels is evident in every tongue stroke, in every deep sound from his throat. I forget I’m me, I forget about my past, I forget that I vowed I’d never be a ‘funny girl’ to anyone ever again. I forget that I could get hurt, that this isn’t what I want, that I’m terrified of him. I just forget. + But the next morning I remember. I glance at my reflection when I wash my hands and. "Julia buttoned her blouse and left in a daze. The woman had to be quite mad. She turned to Melissa. "What on earth was she on about? She can't possibly have meant that about it being school uniform can she?"Melissa turned to her in surprise. "Why of course it is! Pubic Hair is the Veil That Hides Our Greatest Treasure. The Vagina Is The Portal To Our Feminine Essence And By Revealing It In All Its Splendour We Reassert The Dominance Denied To Us By Paternalistic Oppression. Women Should.