He lifted me off the arm of his beloved recliner. “Nolan, it—it’s not what you think!” I said with a swallow. “It’s not? Then what in the ...fuck is it?” “I just … you’ve been sick and I … I’m just—” “You’re fucking my chair!” “Lane? Don’t you mean Lane?” Nolan glanced at his recliner and then back at me. “Lane? Calling my recliner ‘Lane’ was a joke, Paige! Have you lost your damn mind?” he barked. “You started this, Nolan! You’ve forced me to live with Lane, move him from house to house with us,. This was in Guernsey and the little island was called Herm. You can walk around it in an hour. It's like a Robinson Crusoe place, but with a pub and a hotel and beach kiosks. Beautiful beaches. And at night it's magical.Our group was having dinner in the pub/restaurant – a special Thai menu which was tasty but there wasn’t enough of it. I was a journalist on a consumer magazine. I wrote about all sorts of things, did road tests, and so on. I had only been there a few months. One of the. Pale fair skin and genuine blushing on her reddened cheeks. The strap around her face that secured the gag in her mouth dug deeply into her cheeks, and it too had been locked in place by a small padlock.“Time to get this pathetic pinky faggot onto the bed and filled with cum now.” The two men scrawled something onto a sheet of paper with her red lipstick and proceeded to tape it to the back of Lisa's collar.“Out you go, sweety fuck cheeks.” one man said as he took her by the arm and led her to. “Slip your knickers off honey and sit on the edge of the couch with your legs open. He will do the rest” she said. I did as she told me and as soon as I opened my legs he zoned in. Pushing his nose into my crotch he began to lick me. I jumped and squealed as his tongue lapped at my pussy. “Oh shit” I shrieked “oh my God. It feels so good”. His tongue was as Becky had described it. Broad and rough and very long. It swept me from my back door to my clit and back again time and time again. I began.