It filled my mouth and I swallowed. Nectar! Life. I grabbed his wrist and held it to my mouth. I arched my back as if the blood pleasured me.At that, ...his fingers fucked me harder as the blood flowed into my mouth. My desire to live hungered for the blood and my need for passion hungered for orgasm. I fucked at his fingers as his blood flowed into me.He pulled his wrist from me and replaced it with his lips. He never pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I could feel myself wet and tight. He bit. The same pictures we watched at the Mom’s Club. “Youborrowed my laptop to take to your meeting on Wednesday. This stuff surethe hell is not mine! What’s going on at those meetings? Look at the dateon the browser history.” I was so ashamed that I had been caught and by myown son! “Please, Randy. Take those things off there. Please. I…I don’twant anyone to see them. I am too ashamed.” I was so humiliated. I just stood there, staring at the. I signed my name to the program consent form. I figured my main reason for not wanting to do it in the first place was because I was afraid that someone would discover my secret. Now that it was out in the open I reasoned that the only way I could truly relax and try to enjoy my remaining time within the program was if I no longer felt it was being forced upon me. Although I knew that I really didn't have a choice one way or another, unless of course I did blackmail Mrs. Morris, I figured that. “This is definitely more fun than when we played it last time isn’t it?” Colin looked at Lynne who nodded enthusiastically. She was still red in the face and then suddenly she said,“How about playing strip twister? Like we used to play strip poker?” She was referring back to the time when we had played this and then paired off and disappeared into our respective bedrooms to “fool around”. To my surprise both Susan and Colin immediately chipped in.“You mean we have to take something off each.