” Joe looked at her with absolute disdain. “All whores are chunks of meat to sell and use.” He pulled out a knife and traced a line around her q...uivering breasts. “I could cut these off if I wanted too. Not now.” He paused as if in thought. “Don’t piss me off and you’ll keep them. You’ll earn money for me for now.” He said slapping her tits again leaving burses. “Be a good whore until I fuck you again.”He turned his head listening to a sound in the bushes. “I hear the boys coming up the hill.. What had happened after that?“Hi, I’m Tempest, and I’m a monk off to look for adventures!” A half-naked man proudly declared out of the blue, flexing his arms in an apparent effort to look strong.What kind of caravan is this? Vennoa shook her head to clear the cobwebs, and looked around. Besides her, there were three other people seated in the caravan, all men. They didn’t look startled or worried about being in the caravan, so they probably knew what was going on.Knowing better than to reveal. I took a shower, and lay on the massage table, covered as best I could with the towel. She barely made a noise when she came in, or I was just about asleep, but her voice was calmer than I was when her hands touched me. I will admit, the massage was amazing, even if I was stunned when I turned over to see she was as naked as I was. Her hands were so professional, and yet I was as turned on as I had ever been. I was so close to an orgasm, I knew I should have been ashamed of how I was moving to. There was only one thing left to do and this was by far the hardest. I had always loved self-bondage but I also liked the idea of being "made" to do things I never wanted to do. One of things I always wanted to do was to drink my own cum.The problem was that it always sounded great while I was horny and I often shot my cum into a glass, but right after I came I lost all desire to drink it and ended up flushing it down the toilet.So I came up with this way to "force" myself to taste my own cum..