I followed that with another shot, even bigger, and it splatted against my tongue and the first shot. The third shot hit my lips because my cock was ...throbbing around and I was totally absorbed in my orgasm. I still didn't like the taste of it, but I loved the sight of those shots blasting into my mouth, and the texture was like nothing else.Over the years, I would occasionally shoot my load into my mouth, or scoop it up and taste or eat it. I got more accustomed to the taste and didn't mind. ”“No problem there, Rosa.”Steve opened beers for the two of us and we got settled in the living room. The place was the picture of comfort with big, overstuffed chairs and couch. A couple of oil landscapes hanging on the wall looked like they might be originals.We chatted away for a few minutes about nothing in particular, just feeling around to get to know each other.As I took a sip of my beer, Steve asked, “Don’t you kind of rattle around in that big house by yourself?”“I’m used to it, now. I. Soon you'll be experienced enough to dress yourself just as I've dressed you today. I know this is all quite a shock to you, but relax - I'm not interested in ruining your life as long as you do exactly what I tell you to do. If you do what I say, then this will just become another part of you. If you don't do what I say, then I'll sell you off into slavery where you'll be d**gged up and tied to a bed, where people will pay to come in and do whatever they want to you. Nod if you understand and. I thought it was total myth, or fantasy when she brought it up. When it happened, as I was looking into her eyes, I knew we had just shared something more than special. I felt joined to her. It was as if we had become one.I did not really want to admit this to myself. If this was true, then it was at least the precursor to love, and I did not want to allow that to be realistic, let alone certain. I had loved once and suffered as a result; I did not want to go through that again.I diverted my.