.. I'm having fun myself here."One of the best things about going down on a woman is the view you get from the position. You see the curve of her body..., the smoothness of her skin, the way her face and hair integrate into the whole. Then there's the scent. It's not a neutral smell, but I don't know why people, usually men, make derogatory comments. There's something about it that goes directly to your head. It reminds you that you're animals, creatures who can enjoy and savor without necessarily. He was either being serious or wasinsanely good at keeping his face straight."Man, you're drunk." I was too nervous to say anything else. "Let me helpyou over to Sean's r-" Bitch either you're going to bend over and let me at that boy pussy or I'mgoing to take it myself." I sat back, stunned. "Guess it's option b. "He walked towards me, rubbing the growing mound in his shorts. I was tryinghard not to get turned on, fully aware that I was about to be broken in inthe roughest way possible, but I. “Do you see that branch there?” Frank asked. “The little one that didn’t burn all the way?”She nodded. “Yes, Master.”“Pick it up.”Tanya reached down, mindless of the heat from the glowing embers that crinkled the almost invisible hairs on her arm, and held it in the air in front of her.“Now, play with it,” Frank commanded, leaving what she did with it up to her.Tanya looked at Frank for a moment, then smiled and said, “Yes, Master, I will please you well.”Frank did his best not to grin at that. His balance suddenly felt off, and he lurched, catching himself on a trash can. Another step or two, and he thought he noticed his hips were feeling funny. But Alan was too afraid of the old woman to worry about that. Probably a leftover symptom of falling from the tree, or into the ditch. A few steps later, Alan attributed the heaviness in his chest to being winded by the attempted escape.By the time he got to the office building, Alan couldn't dismiss the symptoms any longer. He felt.