He told me if I continued to stroke him, he would come. I told him he'd been good, had taken it all well, so I'd help him gain control of his cock.I u...sed one tendril of the cat's tail and bound the base of his cock—not tightly enough to be painful, but enough to constrict the flow of blood. I stroked him some more, warning him again about the consequences of coming without permission. I also clamped his nipples - lightly. It was his first time, after all.Again I felt he was enjoying his. . well you know your mother." The woman gave an impish grin."It's okay Mrs. McCready..." Jean please." The dumpy woman with the ready smile took my hand and shook it. "It makes me feel old to be called Mrs. by someone as old as you. I'm only forty-one for heavens sake!" Okay Jean, I'm here and I'll do what I can to help. No need to worry about paying me. I sort of figured it was to be voluntary work or mother wouldn't have suggested it." I couldn't help smiling at the woman clad incongruously. ”“Joyce, that’s not you,” I protested.She spoke softly, “It isn’t, but it is. I need, at least once, to push the limits, to be uninhibited, to be wild. This is my best chance. If I’m going to do this, it has to be with someone I trust completely, someone who knows me and someone who will stop if I change my mind. And it has to be with someone who has done it all. When you come back from Sweden, who knows what will happen. Plus, I’ll be going to college. So tonight I want it all, everything.. Then Aziza came right out and asked her if she had ever had a lesbian experience. Outside of kissing women in college, Carly said, the answer was no. "But until I met Julian," she said, gesturing at me, "I haven't had as much sex since then either."Fifteen minutes later, the three of us were in an Uber on the way to my place. When we arrived I offered them a drink and we sat on the sofa and smoked a joint. Aziza wasted little time. "I love tall, chiseled men with big hard cocks," she said,.