Welleverything I had, especially given my new 'haircut'. I placed myhands behind my back and they were secured there with the coldsteel of her handcuf...fs."Sorry whore, it's policy." She opened the door, and thenholding my head, helped me get inside. The skirt rose up andthere was no way I could get it down enough to cover my cock. Hewasn't helping one bit, since he was pointing straight up andkeeping the hem of the skirt from sliding down."Baby, I'm kind of exposed here," I said as Pam got into. As I slid closer she opened her mouth and took me in. God, her mouth felt so good as I plunged as deep as I could. I squeezed her tits and pulled the nipples as she deep throated me. After a good ten minutes of deep throating she asked me to turn around, 69 style. I then pulled out and after switching around I felt her tongue on my ass. She rubbed my cheeks working her fingers into the crack and massaging my ass hole. As I felt the finger slide in I pushed back to take more. I was so turned on. ." a man asked glancing over the others shoulder."Ohhh yeaaa," came the response.Chris did not hear the commotion. She was drying off and throwing on some clothes. Not bothering with a bra, she slipped on a short yellow t-shirt, a light blue pair of bikini panties, and her short blue denim shorts. Her plan was to just lounge around the house all day. She hoped that later that night, her husband might bring a friend over. Lifting her fingers up to her nose, she inhaled her own scent and. Everyone suspects there's something wrong with me. Maybe there is.You see, I've found a substitute for women. For real-life women, that is. I dream.As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much better than nothing. What had begun as.