Now she understands that my infatuation is with sucking a dick and not a relationship with a guy. So she laid out some ground rules. I have to practic...e, so she bought a dildo to suck. She saved several websites to help me learn, which I have been reading and have learned a lot. She bought lube and throat antiseptic so I can get used to the “deep throat.” I now have to masturbate regularly and eat my own cum to get used to the taste. Finally, she selects the guy and gets to watch/coach. However…. Your focus is exactly where it needs to be right now, and everything else can simply fade into the blue sky as you listen to my voice and feel the tension draining out of you. You still feel wonderfully alert, but now you’re letting go of the real world around you and letting your imagination run free. ‘Perhaps you can imagine a face for me, in the smoke. Just let the swirling, billowing currents shape the patterns of the smoke into my eyes, my lips speaking to you. It’s so easy to picture my. Yes when I began I was just desperate to have a job, and I was very frightened by all the rules, the very tight dress, my nudities always exposed, the risk of the punishments... It's not an easy job, Emily, I have to tell you. I took it as a challenge, and it was very very hard in the beginning. For a month, every evening I went out of here almost crying from the pain, the embarrassment, the weariness. I cried every night, the morning at the university all my body ached, and I knew that in the. Her pants were damp and she began to tremble.She whispered, “I love the way you make me feel.”I didn’t reply, but simply got up and took her hand, leaving our drinks unfinished. I was thinking about the drug-laced suppository she was about to put in me. I had fantasized about it all week – imagining her doing it and how it would feel, each time I masturbated.Her bedroom was only lit by a few night-lights. The ambiance was perfect as we continued kissing and began to undress one another. Once I.