Or are they?Secrets and lies to protect the innocent - or is it to protect theguilty? Only time will tell.The memories of the visit to that layby reco...vered distant memorieshidden deep and almost forgotten, akin to having too much to drink, thenacting in an idiotic way and doing things that you later deny doing whenin reality you do recall.Selective memory is a handy thing; you deny things you clearly rememberto avoid that "Oh God, I did, didn't I?" moment, and also you use it toembarrass others. This week i have been busy advertising a gloryhole session which will take place at my flat where lots of men will be arriving expecting to get the cocks sucked to completion and their cum eaten by a dirty cumslut. That cumslut is YOU annabel.Saturday morning you WILL be here at 9am to be prepared for a long day at the hole.You will be further feminised by ME and secured to a chair in the hallway. Infront of that chair is a large wooden board with a gloryhole cut out at cock height through. Beautiful. perfect. i remember the game and look back at the cup. the ball hits the back rim and falls forward into the cup winning the game she let go of her shirt and let it snap back covering her breasts. she looked down, and i witnessed the sexiest look ever as i saw her raise her head again to meet eyes. her jaw wide open in surprise that i had made the shot, and her wet panty horniness BECAUSE i made that shot. at that moment, my dick was bigger than anyones i cheered and high fived kevin. I watched her breathe. Her plump sexy body rode and fall and her ample belly jiggled slightly. With one deep breath she sat up refreshed.“Ok… now it’s your turn. What can I do.”“You can start by going into the bathroom and bringing me a warm washcloth and the bottle of baby oil from the hotel sample basket. She went into the bathroom and brought back both items. I cleaned my face neck and chest with the washcloth and told her to spread the baby oil over her tits and tummy. Her hands moved.