It's almost as if I need the taste and feel of my own cum in order to feel all the satisfaction that comes from a good orgasm. In fact, there was one ...that I almost won the bet – Janice and I climaxed together – and she told me I didn't have to eat my cum since it was a draw this time. I went down on her anyway. She was too sensitive in her post-orgasmic state for me to continue for long, but I did clean up most of my mess.Further proof that I like the taste of my own cum is that when I do. ” Hello, lovely sleeping Ravyn.” he said in a soft voice. “ I know you want to scream so go ahead and get it out of your system. Ravyn said nothing. She just stared back at him not blinking. She spoke in fear “ Who are you stranger?” “ You ,my dear, can call me Master”, he said in a deep voice ,” For now that’s who I am.”He laid himself on top of her and spread her legs . Shade began to remove her clothes . He took of her boots and fishnets, then her skirt. He carefully unlaced her corset. Her. Unlike the previous night, she hadn’t had anything to drink. Instead, she’d treated it as a mission.The goal: to get all this built-up sexual frustration out of her system.The first bar she’d gone to had been mostly empty, and so Carlotta had sat and chatted to the bartender. He was short, a little bit dumpy - basically the exact opposite of her type.But she’d reminded herself that tonight wasn’t about finding true love, and so she’d turned up the charm - the young chef had giggled at all his. Judy was also told to put her hands atop her head and close her eyes. The Recess Bell rang and the girls ran to get in line; they left Judy's shoes on the ground, ten feet from where they had left her, eyes still closed, hands still atop her head.Tuesday recess: Same girls in a circle with Judy in the middle, barefoot in prep for day 2 of Hell Week. Her shoes were now outside the circle, as she had been instructed on Monday just before the closing bell. Judy had also conformed to their Hell.