Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. He steeled himself for the task at hand and began licking the head of Mike's cock, bringing the continually oozing drops of goo into his mouth and swallowing them."That-a boy," Mike encouraged. "Now, bitch, put your hands down now and try to take my cock into your mouth without using them."Tom felt a wave of apprehension sweep over him. He had never had a cock in his mouth and, therefore, could not be considered a cocksucker. Now, he was being asked, ordered, to change all that, to take another. .. yes,” she answers. The pendant is flashing and dancing. It spins like his head is beginning to. Curtis blinks again, furrowing his brow. The pendant is framed by her curving breasts as they rise and fall. “Do you like my pendant?”“I like your tits more,” he says.“Yes. They are nice, are they not?” she puffs. “They are so big and heavy. Would you like to see them?”“I ... what... ?” he asks, finding himself sitting and now the one handcuffed to the metal chair. “How did I... ?”Sabina smiles.Read More
