She's naked, apart from her thick leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and a slim metal collar around her neck. She's shaking. She's nervous. She d...oesn't know who's come in, or how many people. I imagine myself in her situation, kneeling there blindfold, wondering if even now ten guys are surrounding her, looking at her bare and unmarked skin with hungry and violent eyes... As I watch she straightens her back, lifts her chin, and parts her lips -- obedient, willing and eager. She's strong.. "So how does it work anyway?" How does what work?" Do people know about you? About your...um...past?" Some do. If the relationship is close enough. Otherwise...I reallydon't know who does and who doesn't. I don't make it a point to tellpeople."Phoebe considered this for a time. "Do they know about me? The closeones?" Yes."Silence. Was she pleased to hear this? Her face was impassive."Do you have a boyfriend?" Yes." How does that work?" Same as it works for anyone, I guess."Phoebe pulled a wry. Stephanie looked up at him in disbelief, before he seemed reluctant to do anything, but then forced her to gag on his dick. She wanted to speak, but couldnt, still trying to catch her breath. Jamal looked at her with an evil grin, ah you didnt like that Mrs. Wengler? He laughed as he stuck his cock back into her mouth and forced it into the back of her throat again. She was only able to take about 3 of his dick before she started gagging, as her hands tried to push him back. Stephanie knew she. I was really horny at the time and I loved to stare at his mom on her days off. This is my story of my memories of then.On her days off she'd walk around bra-less and in tights. You could see her panty lines and big pussy bulge. She had a small gap between her leg and was kinda cute. There were always other guy friends around and they'd tell my friend how we needed to pull a train on his mom. My friend would get pissed off but I knew I wasn't the only one looking at her.One day in the summer,.