."We would wind up forgiving him, especially after what he did next. Evenreally decent people occasionally have some weird and not very niceimpulse, s...omething that's only temporarily a tiny, tiny part of the whole"them", and that they would never act on. It was this magic that wasturning these fleeting thoughts---terrible beasties from the secret backrooms of that "id" thing they say is a part of each and every one of us---into reality.Which was exactly what the Zirconians were counting. His free hand runs along my clit as I bury my face in the pillow to hide my reaction."On your hands and knees," he says. I do as he has asked, trying to hold still as he spreads more lube around my asshole, working a finger in and out. He pushes my knees farther apart and presses my head down. I try not to think about how I must look, completely in his control, my ass in the air.He takes his finger out of me. Grasping my hips roughly, he says, "Turn your head. Look at me. Tell me what you want. I am sharing this here because I feel a little embarrassed and if I'm embarrassed there's probably something interesting for someone, in this documentation of my experience. I don't want to be seen as a chyk who will travel 3 hours via public transportation to get some wicked awesome head from some deud in the back seat of his car.But i am here to write my true sexual experiences. If not here, where? My forthcoming books, sure!Here is why it would be worth it, the travel,Because his oral. After a relaxing, foamy bath in the tub and a few drinks, I put on the slutty panties I bought at a sex shop along with other little things I intend to put to good use throughout the night. My panties are in black lace, with a string of rhinestones. The important detail: they have an opening, a slit allowing my own slit to show!I begin rubbing against the dance pole as I display to my partner, while I move my body like a snake. He likes what he sees and starts stroking and caressing my hips.