He was positioned so that he could easily rub my pussy and clit, which kept me all worked up. He started going deeper into my mouth, then he grabbed ...my wrists and tucked my arms down beside my body so that I couldn’t control how much went into my mouth. From there, he started going deeper and deeper, literally fucking my face. He started hitting the back of my throat, which made me gag. I was slobbering and spit was running all over my face and dripping into the floor. At one point, I felt. “Then offer to suck his dick,” I remember that girl saying with a laugh that suggested she was serious.It was there that I got the idea about using an excuse like feminism or liberalism to be topless. I didn’t think that I’d ever had to use it, though. I also realized that the pretty girls in the back of that truck were a whole lot sluttier than me. On the way out to our destination, they all told stories about how many dicks they sucked. One white girl said she only liked black boys, and at. I have never been so sticky. I always take a shower before I leave to clean up most of the mess, but there was no time today. I feel more and more panicked and ashamed with each sticky step towards the door. No worry, I'll just say I'm not feeling well and rush right to the shower.My eyes take a moment to adjust to the dim light as I walk inside. Something's not right. Shit, shit, shit. The candles are lit. I start to move towards the bathroom, but I am stopped dead by my wife standing in the. 'Each of her words made me feel more and more like I was staring into the depths of an abyss, and was just about to fall over the edge. I could see a terrible parallel in what she was saying. I just hoped she didn't see it too. 'Family is a strange thing, you'll get through it.' I tried to sound reassuring.'Will I?' she rounded on me angrily, 'because I bet you know all about family troubles.'I was taken aback, Stella had never yelled at me before. 'That's not fair.'It was a big mistake. 'Not.