The gag was removed and a glass touched my lips. “Drink,” I was commanded. The water in the glass was cold and after only a few sips was removed. ...I licked my lips and felt a woman’s ass at my nose. A voice I hadn’t heard before said, “lick my ass, sissy boy.” I wonder who this is. Expecting her to just be standing there, I extended my tongue and leaned forward slightly. To my surprise, she was bent over and was spreading her cheeks. Not wanting to feel that damn riding crop, I started licking. Since he didn’t have a left knee, his left thigh was too short to reach the floor. Virtually all his weight was on his right knee. This position, as pleasurable as it might be, was becoming uncomfortable. ‘Ivy, I can’t balance like this much longer. My knee hurts and it’s distracting.’ He pulled out and lowered himself to the carpet. ‘Crap! I really wanted to do it that way!’ Ivy swung one leg over Tim’s hips and sat on him, his erection gliding up inside her. ‘How about if I ride you?’ She. He said that he’d wait in the car and he’d brought a book to read. He’d parked right opposite Susanna’s studio. I went to the studio door, at the side of the building, and rang the bell. Susanna let me in. Oh, what a beautiful girl she is. The first think I noticed was her thin, low-cut top. It was very obvious she didn’t have a bra on underneath. She invited me in and we went upstairs to her studio. She looked a bit puzzled and said ‘Isn’t that the car you came in, the black one, just. She met him in the cafeteria at 2:15 am. She smiled and placed a note in front of him next to his coffee. It read, “Room 405 is empty. Meet me there in an hour.” William looked up at her through thirty-six hour on duty blurry eyes and smiled. Then he nodded his head. When he went into room 405, the lights were out and Ella was on the bed wearing only white. White panties, stockings, garter belt and bra. He sat on a chair and pulled off his shirt, shoes and pants. He stood there in his.