Regina blew out the candles on her cake and started opening presents, as Betty Lou and the other adults passed out plates of cake and ice cream. After... Regina had opened all the presents on the table and read aloud all the cards, Betty Lou pointed her daughter towards the side exit door.“You might have one more gift out there,” she said.Sure enough, right outside the door, parked up on the grass was a cherry red 1966 Chevy II Nova. Betty Lou was probably as excited about the gift as Regina. Otto. “Oh, I don’t mind Josephine. But let me show you how it’s really done by a Black Master.” he replied. Eddie now replaced me between Sally’s open thighs. His large mouth clamped itself on her pussy as he also began sucking on her turgid clit. I could see him moving both his mouth and his tongue in a rhythmic motion as he held Sally’s hips. Instantly Sally began to thrash around as his very talented tongue went to work. “Oh Eddie, Oh Eddie, Eddie. I’m cumming again.” In seconds Sally. "Sure I can sugar" she replied and held onto my arm, until I got to the room."Wont you come in and sit with me for a few minutes, just to be on the safe side?" I asked, she giggled again and nodded.We went into the lavish rooms, one being a large lounge with big furniture and a very large screen tv.I asked her to take a seat, and asked if she would like a drink, she asked for a cold one.I brought her a large Vodka and Coke (she looked like a Vodka drinker to me).We made small talk and she. There was only one thing left to do and this was by far the hardest. I had always loved self-bondage but I also liked the idea of being "made" to do things I never wanted to do. One of things I always wanted to do was to drink my own cum.The problem was that it always sounded great while I was horny and I often shot my cum into a glass, but right after I came I lost all desire to drink it and ended up flushing it down the toilet.So I came up with this way to "force" myself to taste my own cum..