Watching my face in the mirror, it was a mask of mixed emotions. I wasn't gay, was I? I'd never enjoyed pain, at least not the receiving end of it. Ye...t the lust in my eyes was evident. As much as my ass was on fire, I didn't want him to stop. I wanted every last inch of his powerful rod buried in my butt. I wanted to feel his balls slapping against mine as he bottomed out. I didn't just want his cock in my ass, I wanted him to fuck me; fuck me like an a****l. "Yea," I grunted. "Take that ass.. It started out with me, pretending to be this or that actor. Then Jo started dressing up as different actresses from particular roles in films. Yeah, that one and that one. Mind you, I made sure there were no ice picks in the house, just in case. Anyone seen the sequel to that one yet?Anyway that was soon followed by us pretending that we didn't know each other. That game actually started off when we were on holiday. Jo was waiting in the bar of the hotel for me whilst I ran some stuff up to. When she spoke her voice was still unsteady, but clear: “I’m sorry for biting my nails, Sir. I’m sorry for biting my nails, Sir. I’m sorry for biting my nails, Sir. I’m sorry for biting my nails, Sir. I’m sorry for biting my nails, Sir. I’m sorry for biting my nails, Sir.” When she finished she seemed to relax slightly, though she kept her gaze fixed on mine. She thought she was finished, understandably. So her eyes went very wide when I told her, “Turn around. Face the wall.” But she did it. I. "You can tell that you keep yourself very clean down here, Christine, and that's something you probably take a lot of pride in." Well, yes. I do." And, you put some kind of perfume or other artificial scent on your upper thigh, to try and mask the smell of your body's natural oils. So in other words, you tried to cheat, but it didn't work, and instead you only improved on and deepened the rich and almost spicy odor that I have come to associate with your pussy."I licked the full length of.