“Suffer, what do you mean by that?”“Well, in desperate need of sex, desperate enough to go out of my way to try and track it down. Seduce someon...e, anyone. It could be someone I know, or a complete stranger. It’s never myself, I don’t find masturbation satisfies the need I have. It satisfies the immediate requirement but not the need.”“Would you say you need it, or just want it?”“Need it. It’s like a drug. If I don’t get that fix, I slip further and further into a – kind of depression. I will do. After they have gone, and the laughter has stopped, you will be untied and un-cuffed. Your plug will go back in to hold in all the cum you so desperately wanted. You will be allowed to kneel at me feet and touch me. You will stroke me as I watch the replay of your recent humiliation. You will get to relive every moment. You will lick and suck me until I release in your mouth. You will continue to service me this way until I have satisfied. You must be fed before you are put away. You will. Then he would gently and patiently begin to phuque me. The way only he could. Long and slow while eating my face. He kept groaning and moaning about how delicious I tasted and how beautiful I was. I adored it.Then came the magic: he would lift my arms over my head while phuquing me missionary and lick my arm pits. He would pin my arms down at the elbows and lift himself slightly. He would kiss me deep and passionate and then lick my arm pits. Sometime with the tip of his tongue, tickling me and. But right now beth was crying and it struck a cord with me, it was heart breaking. Miss beth might be all that in the day but now she was crying.Beth suddenly surged into my arms, pressing her face against my shoulder and urgently holding me. I petted the back of her head gently and whispered "it is ok beth, it is ok."Beth had a nightlight on that barely illuminated her room. I could see she was wearing a camisole and panties, and a band of bare flesh showed around her middle. Beth may be a.