The youngest, the one who might understand her the most, was Darren Doyle. He was twenty-two. Still, the thought of a man ejaculating in her mouth see...med yucky. But her friends talked about it, and she rationalized that if it’s that important I can acquire the taste the same way I learned to like beer. I’ll just drive him crazy, let him cum in my mouth and he’ll fuck my brains out. But I need to learn.She also realized that in practicing sucking cock she would not want to miss having sex with. Master – Yes I can see you slut are you in yourbedroomAmanda – Yes Master Master – You know how to start each session bitch –say the wordsAmanda – You are my master and I am your pathetic fuckslut masterMaster – Not good enough I am not convinced say itlouderAmanda – YOU ARE MY MASTER AND I AM YOUR PATHETIC FUCKSLUT SIRMaster – Still not good enough what will you do slutAmanda – I will do whatever you tell me to masterMaster – Are are dressed like a slut for me. . “The Army does a body well,” I remarked. “So it seems,” she replied. “How old are you?” “Thirty,” I replied. “Thirty?” She shot back. “How is that possible?” “Early commissioning at twenty,” I told her. “You became an officer at twenty?” she asked. I assured her it was possible, even though she seemed a bit skeptical. We chatted for a bit, about lost loves and out families as we sipped on beer after beer after beer. Eight beer cans lined the deck edge. “You know,” I remarked at one point,. Using her peripheral vision, Lauren could tell the man beside her was peeking at her, attempting to catch a glimpse of her breasts. Perhaps he was curious about the feeding, or perhaps he was just a pervert wanting to see her tits, she thought to herself. Lauren was in a mood to tease as she turned quickly to catch the man looking at her chest. His natural reaction of course was to spin his head around just as quickly but the two knew he was caught. Lauren returned to feeding her baby as she.