Then he spoke again, a tone of arrogance in his voice. ?You know, you should never walk home alone, especially when you’re drunk. A girl like you, o...of, I’m just lucky I saw you first. You’re probably wondering where you are, who I am, and what’s going to happen to you. Well, I’ll tell you this, you are in the basement of an old house in the middle of nowhere. Quite literally, the next house is about 32 miles away. You can and will address me as Sir or Master. No exceptions. And as far as what’s. Seeking out your lips, I kiss you fervently, craving them. Your thrusts begin to slow, but the strokes are still deep and hard. Softly, my hips move in volition, to meet your pace. Like fuel to a fire, my body responds to your touch, until I can no longer hold back, the flames race through my body. I shudder out a long moan, soaking you as I come hard. The thundering of your hips spear me as you prolong my orgasm. I cling tightly to you, urging you to come with me. “Fill me, my love. Come. They asked me if I liked it, which I did, and they invited me to their house a couple blocks away on the following Saturday after telling me to keep all this a secret or they would tell on me about breaking the window.The next Saturday I went to the very old two story house and a couple k**s took me up a back stairway and into a small k**s bedroom that had a couple single beds in it. I remember a big jar next to the bed that had a bunch of various size enema bulbs and tips in it.They put a very. Sliding your body down to a horizontal position, you caress your tongue against my balls, then run your tongue flat up the length of my shaft, hovering around the rim of my cock as you feel my body tense in a small jitters. You tease me by playing around that spot, then suddenly slide your mouth over and down onto my awaiting penis. You notice my head cock back and my eyes close as the feeling overwhelms me.This arouses you all the more, and you start picking up the pace as you stroke and suck.