It took me months to come to a verdict and I finally chose Queens in Canada. Why? Because I thought it’d be fun to live on my own for a while, that ...and the fact that post-secondary education cost far less in Canada than here in the United States, even with the scholarships. But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something out of the medieval age. The seal was in the shape of a red sun. No address was written on its face but my name was engraved in cursive gold letters. Naturally I. When we get in she takes my coat and leads me through into the lounge, where there is a bottle of wine waiting. She pours me a drink and offers me a cigarette, which I take, shaking so much I nearly drop it. After a bit more chat, Kay then explains that her husband is out for the afternoon, and that he knows that I am there. She explains that she has a real ‘thing’ for watching young men play with themselves, she has invited one other young man back but he was too pushy and it didn’t work as. My dick got erected a bit, which she must had felt while hugging. We went to a nearby restaurant. I had thought that she will be horny, and we will directly go to a hotel to have sex, but nothing happened until now. After having dinner, she went to the bathroom.A few seconds later she called me and asked me to come to the ladies’ restroom. I went there. She started kissing and pushed me on the gate. In a few minutes, she directly went on her knees, opened my jeans, and started sucking my dick.. I mean I know your a slut, and I'm used to all the cum constantly leaking out of your holes, but Jesus it's everywhere. Your face, your tits and just look at your hair. It's all matted down and stiff as cardboard. It's going to take you forever to wash that out." What do you mean what happened? This wasn't you and your friends?" You don't even remember who it was? Are you really such a cum whore that you lose track of-" I never forget a cock! I just mean that I just woke up like this. Most of.