She asked what it felt like. I said it was like being fucked from theinside out. She said she'd never heard it like that.She securely bound my cock an... balls with a fine cord firmly securing mybulging balls then the length of my cock tightly. I was almost ready toshoot my load when she arose.Mistress then retrieved a coin. Heads I cane your cock and balls ortails I cane the soles of your feet. She then tossed the coin. Asking mewhat the result was I leaned to the left. Thank goodness it was. He did pick me as a suspect. In normalcircumstances he would now let me go. Since his assignment he found he had apenchant for t-girls. He scoured the internet looking for pictures of suchbeauties. "Now I have one sitting right next to me."I saw the bulge grow in his trousers. Where to from here? Have fun was myaxiom. Part of me wanted to things to progress. I wondered whether he wouldlet me go if I now asked him. I soon got the answer. He pulled me close tohim "I need one final bit of proof.. I closed my eyes as I felt him on my body, completely lost in a world of pleasure. As he moved lower, he took off all my clothes, and stopped right at the top of my pussy. He licked and sucked everywhere around my thighs and hips, carefully leaving my pussy untouched. I moaned and thrust my hips slightly upward, hoping beyond all hope that he would get inside me soon. Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my clit, fervently licking on my most sensitive area. I moaned even louder as he began sucking,. I remembered how a friend in college would have women he had slept with show up at odd times and didn’t want that to happen to me. Plus I dislike sleeping in clammy, sweat-soaked sheets. So I always went to her place or paid for a cheap hotel. I rarely used my real name and lied about where I worked. Maybe it was a bit paranoid of me, but I could see one of my sluts showing up where I worked and making a scene. Sometimes I would meet a woman who refused to admit her craving to be used like.