Goodnight then. “Night.” The door closed again and darkness returned to her room. She put her glasses back on the bedside table by touch and retur...ned to her thoughts. Hypothetically she could do it, but on who? All of the men she knew were puerile, coarse or annoying. Some were all three. She racked her brains trying to think of someone who’d she’d want anywhere near her genitals. The only man her age who she really liked was Justin and although she’d had an enormous crush on him since their. I send the message, and then I take my computer off my bed. I'm suddenly exhausted, unable to keep my weary eyes open any longer. Snuggling down into my red sheets, I close my eyes, hoping for a good night's sleep full of 'bad' dreams.When I become conscious, that's my first reaction- I'm dreaming. This is all a dream. But then I realize that the tug on my arms is not a dream. I really am face down in my own bed, blindfolded. I struggle against my bonds, feeling the cool metal of my own. She started to move her tongue around my pulsing head, then started slowly taking the length of my hard cock across her tongue and towards the back of her throat. A long moan escaped me, ahhhhhhhhhhhh as I felt the warmth of her mouth and tongue. She was dazed and confused right now and not thinking straight at all. All she knew was that she was in trouble and needed to end this and get out of here as quickly as possible. She decided to pretend I was her husband and started sucking me as if I. . she says no and looked a little appalled that i asked her this question... she asked me if i ever thought of another girl and the truth was nope.. i did tell her of my fantasy that day the first time.. and she was shocked but when i explained how weird it felt for me thinking of her like that.. like i'd have sex dreams of her being fucked while she sucks my cock.. i'd feel jealous but extremely aroused... she started stroking me while i told her and so felt my cock go hard and she kept.