Being food is almost constantly on my mind now. Just the other day, Mark noticed that I was distracted and asked how I was. Delicious, I slipped. I fe...lt so embarrassed having made that slip, but Mark just smiled. He must think I meant something else, I thought to myself. So here I am, on the computer, discussing my fantasies in an anonymous private chat with some man I dont know. How long have you wanted to become food? Since I was a little girl. I had always liked stories of monsters who eat. Watson was there to greet us. We went inside and I gave Mrs. Watson a hug. I was assuming Brianna would be present soon. That was when I heard someone walking up the stairs from the basement - - - it was Mr. Watson. Something strange happened to me though when he walked into the room. He was like my dad's age, or maybe a little older, but he worked out all the time and always kept himself in good shape. He walked into the family room, shook my dad's hands, as I almost hugged him. I had never. I rub my hand across the bulge of you, savoring the sensation of having your hard cock pressed against my hand. Now it’s my turn to torture you as I remove your pants and boxers. I run my hands up the inside of your thighs, following with my lips until I reach your balls. I take them into my mouth, gently sucking them, playing with my tongue. You gasp, lost in the ecstasy of it. I slowly kiss you, making my way up your cock while my hand is now playing with your balls. I don't take you into. She works in such a dungy place but she has no tattoos and no odd piercings like one would expect but she is the best at what she does. The little 5 foot nothing Italian girl hugs me pressing her smaller but nice 34 b tits against me. I and she have a history and she is quite the fun girl but tonight we are here for Liz. She lays out the possible piercings for tonight suggesting we go with navel and nipples and we leave her tongue and pussy for later times. I agree with her and she starts to.