On to the Finish LineSoon, I felt the coolness of her finger tips touch the t...p of my penis, just as I had asked her to do. Susan’s fingers were cool and wet — I felt them begin to slide down over my glans — so gentle, so loving, just the way Linda used to do it. A shiver ran through my body. She paused before starting to simulate the in and out motion I was already fantasizing. Her finger tips worked their magic on the rim. "I'm gratified you seem to be over the fear those words strike in most men's hearts." It was a reaction to the fear they strike in most men's hearts. When you say them it's usually a way to make us better. It's usually something I could have thought about but didn't." Jeff, I think I'm too beautiful."He started to laugh again."I didn't see that coming. I'm not sure it's possible to be too beautiful. But assuming it is, what problems does being too beautiful cause? What are the consequences when. I'd be so nervous if there was a chance of talking to thosegirls every time I left the house. I get so nervous whenever I'm near agirl, I can hardly talk to one except for my Mum, but she's my Mum.Maybe this is some sort of sign? Am I supposed to get over my fear andtalk to these girls over the fence? I don't think I could do that, at least, I don't think I could start theconversation. Maybe one of them will want to talk to me? That would work,I think. That way I'll be too scared to run away. I extended my tongue and lapped at her wet slit.She held my hair tightly and jerked my head around at her whims. I kept my neck light and acceded, letting her be in control, revelling in the feeling of being useful and the lack of control, lack of pain. I licked until my tongue got tired, but I didn’t dare stop. Soon her legs were twitching and her breathing came in rapid gasps. “Good slave, yes, good slave.”I glowed at the praise and redoubled my efforts. Her moans became louder, her motions.Read More
