1 comments/ 31625 views/ 7 favorites Deprived By: colleenslittletoy CONFESSION "Well, slave, did you do as I requested?" The Goddess lay on her bed; a short, sexy top barely covered her voluptuous breasts. She was naked from the waist down. As she spoke to her slave he tried desperately to reach the place of his worship, the pussy that owned him. She kept him inches away, restricting his upward movement by the firm pressure of her leg on his shoulder. His pathetic groans at being denied his true goal in life resounded throughout the bedroom. "Slave? The Goddess asked you a question." She had to chuckle. She knew how helpless he was when finally granted this position. To expect him to be able to function, think, or even speak while so near her beloved pussy was absurd. All of his senses were completely filled with one burning, all encompassing passion. He had to get to the shrine. He had to worship her golden, nasty pussy. His feeble mind could think of nothing else. "Yes, yes. I did as you requested." He stammered between moans. She chuckled again. He was almost at the point of tears. Her training over the years had paid off royally. He would do anything, everything to feast at the shrine. His latest instructions had proved that point. "Tell me about it, slave," she commanded as she carefully applied nail polish to her fingernails. He tried again to move closer only to be frustrated by her leg. "Perhaps we should take denial to the next level." She laughed again. "Maybe I'll find someone else to worship my golden pussy. Maybe someone who really knows how to please me. Maybe the next step of denial is to not allow you anywhere near my pussy. Remember, you didn't rate very high on the chart of good pussy lickers either." He recalled the list she made of where he stood with her other lovers. He was at the bottom. "Actually the only chart you rated high on was the slave one. You make a decent slave." As he mumbled his answer she thought back to her wicked challenge. As another step in her total control over her insignificant slave she decided to test him further. Over the years he had demonstrated his obedience to her by following many humiliating demands. She recalled making him dress as her French maid and fucking him in the ass with a dildo, turning him into a lesbian slave for her amusement. That scenario lasted over a couple of years before she tired of it. There was the time she bid him to kiss her foot in a parking lot and once in Nordstrom's to publicly demonstrate his obedience. His embarrassment, while doing nothing for her, completely cemented his status as a slave for him. It was strange the way this debasement thing worked. The more she embarrassed him, the more he loved her. The more she humiliated him, the more he wanted her. Of course, the crowning achievement to firmly establish their relationship was turning him into her personal clean-up slut. Once, way back at the beginning, he wanted nothing more than to put his pathetic, tiny cock into her awesome pussy. Now, because of her training, he was satisfied with getting her ready and cleaning her up after an awesome fuck by one of her studs. She had to admit that the role of Goddess was very acceptable, apparently for both of them. The insignificant slave got what he wanted, to serve at her altar. She got what she wanted, clothes,money, devotion, the royal treatment and then after the slave got her ready, a good fuck from one of her black studs. The slave seemed turned on with the fact that she got what she wanted from someone else. "He must have known, even then, how inadequate he was," she thought. On a whim, she decided to see if she could push him further. She wanted to demonstrate her power so she told him to confess his role as her slave to his latest girlfriend. Lisa was younger than the Goddess and lived with the slave in a typical, vanilla relationship. The Goddess decided to prove her control over her little slave by demanding that he confess to Lisa every single significant detail of his slavehood. She waited while the slave revealed his confession. "I did as you said," he said, lovingly licking the exquisite thigh of the Goddess. From his position, he could smell the sweet fragrance of her womanhood. Its intoxicating aroma was driving him crazy with desire. All meaning in life revolved around reaching her beloved pussy. "Go on." She pushed him with her leg. His inability to concentrate was partly her fault. If she hadn't gotten him so hooked on her pussy maybe he would have been able to carry on a conversation like a normal person, but the slave was very simple-minded. "I waited until we were both naked, like you told me, so she could see my reaction when I made my confession. She was concerned, I guess, because I was sort of embarrassed when I started." The Goddess smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She looked particularly enchanting dressed so seductively and with a naked man between her thighs, even if the man wasn't the kind of man she preferred. "I'll bet." "So I did like you said. I told her that I was your slave." "Slave? Just a slave?" "No. I said I was your pussy slave." "Did you have this conversation at the appropriate place and under the appropriate conditions?" "Yes, I did like you said. I waited until we were both naked and in bed before I told her." "What did she say when you told her that you were my pussy slave?" "She was shocked. She didn't understand what I saying, so I had to explain it. I guess she didn't understand what the term meant." "I think the fact that she's with you proves that she's not the brightest woman on the planet." "No," he admitted. "She's not exceptionally bright." "That figures, I mean she's with you after all." The Goddess chuckled again. She moved one leg so he could get a better look at her pussy. He groaned. "Go on." "Anyway, I tried to explain. I said that by being your pussy slave meant that I would do anything you wanted just to be at your pussy. She asked what I meant by anything, so I told her, like you instructed, that I would rather kiss your pussy than fuck her." The Goddess smiled again, thinking he followed instructions well, even for a simple slave. "I bet that went over well." "It went over about how you figured it would." "Go on. I imagine she wasn't very happy with you about now. Besides being my little pussy slave, did you tell her the rest?" She could feel the heat rise on his face. "Yes. She pushed me out of bed and covered herself so I couldn't see her nakedness. I had to sit on the edge of the bed, completely nude. We just sat there for a while. She seemed to think about what I said. Finally, she started asking a lot of questions." "Good for her, maybe she isn't quite as dumb as we thought." "At first, she had a hard time understanding my need to serve. I explained how everything I did was for your pleasure. The only thing I got out of it was serving. She asked if after I licked you if I got to fuck you." "That's a natural question, most couples fuck. Most men fuck, but then, you're not most men. Did you tell her that I don't permit you entrance to my golden shrine?" She could swear he was blushing. "I told her that I seldom was allowed to put my cock inside you." "Good boy! No need to describe seldom as once in a blue moon, but let's get some terms down right. Let's not call that little thing you have a cock though, that sounds too manly. Let's refer to your little appendage as a cockette. What did she say to the fact that you aren't allow to enter me?" "She was stunned." "Some things are beyond small minds." "She asked why." "Of course. It was too much to think that she would understand. Did you tell her why you are not allowed the privilege I grant my studs?" "I told her that you didn't like my cock, er...cockette, that it wasn't big enough and that I didn't last very long. I told her that you thought my little guy was pretty much a waste of time." The chuckle that came out sounded very malicious. "Good. Very good. How did she take that?" "Well, even though she was still angry at me, she laughed." The Goddess chuckled loudly. "She's not as dumb as I thought. Maybe she understands your little problem better than I thought. What else did you tell her?" A moment ticked by. His tongue snaked out and licked her smooth thigh. "She asked me how I got off if I never was allowed inside you." "Oh boy, here it comes." She moved her leg slightly to allow him to creep upward. When the tip of his tongue could just reach the far end of her clitty, she held him stationary. A couple of tacitly approved licks kept him obedient. "I told her that I always have an orgasm while kissing your ass." "Let's discuss terms again. Kissing isn't exactly the word, is it?" "No." "What should it be called?" "Worship," he whispered. "That's better. Remember that, I don't want to have to remind you again. Getting back to your little girlfriend, how did your confession about kissing my ass go over?" "Terrible. She was disgusted." "Poor baby. No one understands that little peculiar perversion of yours, do they?" "No." "It doesn't surprise me. I don't imagine too many people understand how someone could get off by worshipping someone's ass, even one as gorgeous as mine. How did she take that nasty confession?" "Again, not well. At first she was disgusted, then she called me names. I think it's pretty much over between us." "Well, I did her a favor. Maybe she can go out and find someone who can take care of her sexually now. Did you mention the clean up service? That would clinch it I would think." His tongue stretched to its farthest point. He was humping the bed, a sure sign that he was getting into the humiliation. "Yes, I did. After she got through insulting me and yelling at me she wanted to know if I did anything else, any other perverted, disgusting things." "Good for her. By the way, since you were naked, how was the little guy reacting to her insults?" He ceased the motion on the bed. "You know how. He got excited." "How excited?" "Very." "Which in your case takes him from his usual two inches to maybe two-and-a-half." She laughed. "That must have showed her how perverted you really are. Was she smart enough to understand the connection between the insults and the turn on?" "Yes." "How do you know?" "She pointed at it and laughed. She said she had never seen me so excited. She said it was almost big enough to use." "But not quite." "But not quite. She made it clear that we would not be doing that any more." "Good for her, maybe there's hope for her after all, but get back to the clean up. How did she react when you told her about that disgusting trait of yours?" "I had to explain it a couple of times because she didn't understand it at first. So I finally told her how I cleaned your pussy after you fucked one of your studs and it was full of his sperm." "I can imagine that hearing her boyfriend gets off sucking the cum of one of my lovers out of my nasty pussy really put her off. What did she say about that?" "At first she just shook her head. Then I could tell she was thinking about it. She started getting interested." The Goddess shifted, offering access to her pussy for a quick lick. The slave dove into paradise. A moan of pleasure sprang from his throat as he feasted at the folds of her pussy. "Maybe she shows some potential after all. Did you explain how turned on you get cleaning the juices out of both of my holes after my encounters?" He shivered. The embarrassment was consuming him. Time to remind him of his place, she thought as she opened her thighs again for a quick lick. One taste and he was back under control. How easy, she chuckled, how incredibly easy. "She made me describe all the explicit details." "She made you? I thought you were in charge of your little relationship. Sounds like the shoe is on the other foot, or maybe the panties are on the other slut. Go on." "She wanted details about your lovers." "Details? And get it straight, they're not lovers, they're studs." "She wanted to know how big your studs were, how many times they did it to you, all the details." "I see. Because she was dissatisfied with you, she got turned on by hearing about real men, real cocks." She patted his head as if he were a good dog. "She's learning. The next man she's with will undoubtedly be a big one. But then anyone she has after you has to be larger, doesn't he? I wouldn't be surprised if she called you after her next fuck. See if you would clean her up, too. Nothing a woman likes better than a good clean up after an awesome fuck. Did you tell her that that was your only real purpose in life?" "No, but I think she figured it out." "What did she do then? Did she throw your worthless ass out?" "She wanted to leave." "I'm sure." "But I tried to get her to stay." "Oh, this should be good. Tell me more." "I begged her to forgive me. I plead with her to give me another chance. I promised I would make it up to her." "And?" "She got this real mean look on her face. She said she would consider it if I would lick her ass right then." The Goddess erupted in peals of laughter. "Good girl. Despite the fact that she actually considered you to be some kind of lover it appears she's learning. What did you do?" She heard him sigh. "You know that I have never licked anyone else's ass but yours. You know that. It's not the same with someone else. No one else has that power over me. I couldn't do it. Not at least without your permission. It didn't seem right." "Good boy. Maybe someday I'll allow you to kiss someone else's." A delicious thought cam to her. "Tell you what, dickless, you call her back and tell her that you'll lick her ass if she has someone else fuck it first. How's that? But enough about her. Chances are you'll never hear from her again. Let me tell you who I confessed to." "You told somebody about what we do?" "Of course. I told you that confession is good for the soul. You had your turn and I had mine. Besides, you know you get a real kick out of it when I humiliate you. It keeps you in your place." She let him sneak another taste. The tip of his tongue felt so good on her sensitive clit. "I told Liz." He looked up. "Liz? What did she say?" "It's the strangest thing. It's just like when you told your girlfriend, she didn't believe me. I went over and over it, but I'm afraid that the only way she'll believe it is to see it." "See it?" "Yes. She thinks I'm making it up. She wants a demonstration. So next time I use you be prepared for some kinky behavior." "What are you planning?" "I've been thinking. I have some ideas. First, you'll strip down, take all your so called manly clothes off and just wear a frilly pair of panties. Pink, I think. Maybe frills. To make it interesting, you'll have to buy them. Tell the salesclerk that they're for you, that's always good for a laugh. I'm not sure whether you should go to Victoria's Secret or Sears. Whether you should get laughed at by a pretty sales clerk or a matronly old lady. Anyway, while dressed in your femmy little panties, you'll serve Liz and I some wine. We probably should rent a hotel room, a nice suite at some expensive place. While Liz and I drink, we'll watch television, why don't you bring some of those black on blond pornos that you've accumulated? Of course, while we're drinking and watching, getting comfortable and aroused, you will be on your hands and knees. I think we should use your back as a table. That's a particularly poignant statement of your status. "We'll start our demonstration with you doing my toenails, while Liz and I sit back and enjoy the wine. After they dry, you'll lick my toes, sucking each one individually like it was a miniature cock and you were a cock-sucking whore. After you get every little piggy clean, you will lick the rest of my feet." As she spoke, she let him crawl upward so his mouth covered her mound. Trained with hours of practice, he slowly and softly caressed her folds as if they were precious gems. "Of course, you will conduct the entire performance on your knees, so she will see how well trained you are." She suppressed a groan as his tongue sent bolts of electricity through the nerves of her arousal. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Not yet, pet, she said to herself, we need to make this one last. "I'm even thinking about showing her your oral skills and have you lick me off while her and I talk. Of course, the coup de grace will be when I turn sideways in my chair and let you have access to your special treat. I expect she'll be quite amused to see you rub your little dickey off on the rug while tonguing my beautiful ass." "You'd make me do all that?" "Of course, I would, just to show her my power over you. I see how excited your getting. We both know that the worse the humiliation the better you like it. Oh, by the way, she couldn't believe it when I mentioned how miniscule you are. She always thought you were average to above average for some reason. When I told her how you rated in comparison to all of my other lovers she got a big laugh. She wants to see it, just because she has never seen anything so small." "You told her how small I am?" "Naturally. She needed to know. It's time to take you down another notch. If she's aware of your...deficiencies shall we say, then that will put her above you on the scale. It's payback for all those times you've acted so superior around her. It's time to show her how inferior you really are. Nothing puts a man in his place like letting women know about his lack of size. Excuse me; I called you a man, my mistake. I informed Liz how I make you sleep in the little boy's room after I'm through with you. Little boy, with a little boy's cock. Liz wants to see you get me ready and clean me up after my next fuck. Would you enjoy doing that for her? Of course, you would." "Would you make me do that?" "I'm not sure what I want you to do next. I'm considering telling Tony about you. You know, I mentioned a long time ago about having a sex slave, maybe I should inform him of the details. Maybe I should invite him down to my new home, tie you in the closet like a dog so you can listen to the sounds of a good fuck, something you've never experienced, and then after he leaves you can come out and get some real fresh cum to clean up. After he's done, I should be very sticky and there should be an awful lot for you to clean up." "You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" "Why not? You do so love being my clean-up slave. It solidifies the position you have earned, you know, at the bottom so to speak. That would be a nice treat for you. Maybe I'll let Tony fuck my ass so you can clean his cum out of my ass. How does that sound? I think you'd like that a great deal. I think you could cum just by fantasizing it, couldn't you?" The groans were loud. "I thought so. Why don't you work toward that goal? Why don't you find some very expensive incentives to persuade me to indulge in some of your warped fantasies? The fact that I'll enjoy the experience shouldn't dissuade you from trying to persuade me." After the session I realized we had taken another significant step. Over the years, the Goddess had taught me well, taking me down the path of total depravity until I was hers to do with as she wished. I thought back to tell-tale signs along the way. It started when she realized that I loved licking her pussy. There had been the fatal time at the beach, when we were still married. She was clad in a sexy outfit. As usual, I worked my way down her exquisite body to feast at her shrine before we finished in our customary manner with me plowing away. To my surprise, she rolled over after I ate her to climax. With her gorgeous ass in my face I was lost. Succumbing to this act of debasement, I worshipped that glorious shrine. That started me on the road of my surrender. Deprived Housewife Chapter 1 Donna is a 40 year old housewife, mother, and member of a secretarial pool. Thanks to the belittling her husband gives her about her plump/full figure - she feels more like 50, but time has been kind to her, as her face still has an early 30's look to it. Sex has been more of a chore (done once weekly) since her 2nd child was born and her only outlet for fun has been staring at men - recently men of color, and thinking what it would be like to be taken by one of them, against her will at first...and turned into an accepting partner in her new sex life....thus far that is just a middle age woman's fantasy. She walked into the local Wal-Mart at 9pm. It was a cool night, but not cold. She had been hard at work painting her new house, and she looked quite worn. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt streaked with paint. Her tits sagged a bit under the strain of her heavy brown nipples. Her un-tucked t-shirt settled loosely over her soft round pillows of ass meat, which were hugged tightly by her faded black stretch pants. She looked like a jogger (albeit a dirty one) in her white running shoes and "work-out" style clothes. She collected a cart and pushed it towards the Home Care Center. She seemed singularly focused and was not paying much attention to anyone or anything in her surroundings. She could barely lift her aching feet after a long hard day of painting, feeding the kids, and making sure her husband had enough to eat as he sat on the couch and watched football. He spotted her moving towards the Home Care Center as he checked out the newest HDTV's on display. His eyes traveled from her disheveled dark brown hair to her pale, yet pretty (in a plain sort of way) features. Her hair was pulled back into a disheveled ponytail which had been loosened by hours of hard work. She seemed to be about 35ish give or take a few years. Her back was straight and her brown nipples pressed against the flimsy fabric of her t-shirt as she walked past him. He was 24 years old, and his athletic body crackled with the energy of youth. He had the lanky build of a basketball player standing slightly over 6 feet tall. He seemed to weigh about 190 and his skin was as dark as a cup of hazelnut coffee. Arriving in the paint section, she pulled the scrunchie out of her hair. Shaking her head side to side, she allowed her medium length brown hair to settle on her shoulders. Sighing, she leaned forward without noticing she had garnered some attention, and began reading the prices for paint. Her boobs jiggled loosely under her t-shirt as she moved. She absent mindedly wiggled her bottom trying to dislodge her sweaty thong from her puckered anus. Unsuccessful in either freeing her thong or finding what she wanted, she stood up and pushed the cart further back into the Home Care Center, this time stopping in front of the Lights. Rather than bending over, she squatted at the knees to look at items on the lower shelf. Her stretch pants slid down a bit and revealed the top of her hot pink thong. The man began walking in her direction. As he passed he gazed down at her pale back and her flimsy thong riding up into view. He averted his eyes and began to examine a row of backlights to her right. She self-consciously straightened up and their eyes met for the first time. He smiled warmly and motioned to her paint streaked t-shirt... "Rough day huh?" She nodded tiredly..."Painting my new home." He glanced at her wedding band and conversationally leaned forward, eyes flitting between her ring and her face..."I bet you guys are tired of painting. I wish that my woman was a trooper like you obviously are." Smiling ruefully she said, "I'm tired of painting, moving, packing, you name it. All he's done is sit on his lazy fat ass and watch football." He laughed at her pained expression. "Hey football is a necessary evil. I bet he doesn't complain when you are watching House." She laughed, "You're right. But he should help me while I work." He stuck out his hand, "Well nice to meet you my name is G and yours?" Not realizing that the young black man had been checking her out, she reached out and shook his huge hand, hers disappearing within his grasp, "I'm Donna." "Well, I've got to get out of here, enjoy painting" G said. She smiled and said goodbye and then made a face as she started to climb up on the bottom shelf. She stretched her arms out towards an outdoor lamp on the top shelf - her shirt slid up revealing a slightly padded stomach as she struggled. He watched her exert herself for a split second and then easily reached up to the top shelf and handed her the light. She flushed red and stammered a thank you, but he was already turning the corner. He disappeared from view leaving her standing awkwardly in the middle of the aisle holding her outdoor lamp. Chapter 2 Arriving home, Donna climbed the flight of stairs and entered the master bedroom. Collapsing on the bed from exhaustion, she exhaled deeply, "It's done." Her husband James rolled over and kissed her. "What's done?" "Shopping for the outdoor porch lights." "How did you manage?" James asked her. "Oh, a young man I met helped me. ", Donna replied as she started to remove her t-shirt. "Wait a minute, some guy helped you shop? And you were dressed like that?" James pointed to her - standing in her flimsy stretch pants, and loose t-shirt. "Yeah, why?" "Oh for Christ sake Donna, you're as fat as a cow and you're going around dressed like some cheap trailer trash whore. Damn lucky he didn't offer you money to strip - oh wait, plenty of cows to look at around here for free." Her face flared red with anger, "You fucking asshole"; she said as she stormed out of the room, slamming the door and heading back downstairs. It took 30 minutes of alone time on the couch, before Donna was calm enough to turn on the TV. Flipping thru the stations, she came across what she thought was "Sex in the City". To her amazement as the couple rolling around in the bed came into the light, she found herself watching a white woman sit upright on the lap of a black man, his big dark hands covering her pale fleshy breasts. She couldn't hear what they were saying. Her eyes were glued to their bodies. He was caressing her pale white legs and kneading her plump scantily clad bottom. For some reason she though of G from Wal-Mart. This thought was a fleeting one however, for at that moment the covers climbed up their writhing limbs and the fucking began. The woman's moaning and the filthy thoughts spewing from the black man's mouth became more then Donna could take. Her crotch had moistened triggering a tingly sensation that caused her to think she needed to piss... BADLY. She rushed down the hall, entered the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. She slid down her stretch pants and pulled her sweaty thong to her knees. She sat on the toilet and began to push. As a slight trickle of piss parted her lips, she sighed still thinking of that huge black man fucking that white girl and whispering those filthy words in her ear. She could not get his voice out of her head..."Slut", "Cunt", "take this big ass dick Bitch". She noticed a clear glistening jelly in the crotch of her panties. She checked to see that the door was locked and then gingerly ran her middle finger thru the spot on her panties and brought it up to her nose. She hadn't showered yet, and a powerful musky odor permeated her nostrils. His voice still echoing in her mind, she slid the tip of her tongue out of her mouth towards her soiled finger and tasted the salty wetness. As her last drips of urine hit the bowl, she reached down and began to rub her clit slowly. She thought about G, fantasizing that he had purposely been eyeing her body. She stretched her legs out, letting her battered thong slide down to her ankles and leaned back against the toilet. Using her right hand to rub her pussy and clit, she slipped her left hand under her t-shirt and began to massage her small fat breasts. This was the most aroused she had been in long time...and her body wanted - no, DEMANDED more. Looking around the bathroom, she spotted the brand new black rubber handled toilet plunger. It was still wrapped in plastic. She knew no one would be the wiser. Without wiping herself off Donna kicked off her running shoes, stretch pants, and thong. Naked, except for her T-Shirt and a pair of white ankle socks, Donna ripped the plastic wrapping off of the black rubber handle. She spit in her hand and began to moisten the handle, but realizing it would not be wet enough she padded over to the cabinet and grabbed a half full bottle of baby oil. Splashing a generous amount on her hands, she began massaging the thick black handle until it was glistening with her saliva mixed with baby oil. Rubbing her pussy with the same solution, she positioned it in the middle of the bathroom, where she could watch herself in the big mirror. She slowly lowered herself onto the plunger handle. She gasped as the plunger filled her cunt, slowly stretching her pinkish brown pussy lips apart. Staring into the mirror, she felt and watched as the plunger penetrated her womb deeply, feeling cold yet fulfilling. Turned on, she began to work herself up and down its black rough handle and shaft. Her tits and belly began to shake and jiggle as she slid into a pussy pounding rhythm. Within minutes, Donna closed her eyes and began to furiously rub her clit. In her mind she saw G grasping her hips and ramming his impossibly large member into her yelling "fuck this Big Ass Dick you cock slut bitch". Donna could hear herself begging for his thick black tool, and impaled herself almost to the point of pain. Moments later, she let out a holler, as her hips and waist rocked and bucked -- twitching uncontrollably from the most explosive orgasm that she had experienced in quite some time. Pulling herself off the plunger handle, she staggered back to the toilet seat, plopped down on it, and rubbed her clit furiously, again thinking about her and G having sex. This helped lead her to several smaller, yet satisfying orgasms. As the unassuming housewife came down from her orgasmic high, she looked up and saw the toilet plunger glistening with her oil, cum, and saliva. She turned red with embarrassment and disgust at the idea that she fucked a bathroom utensil - and worst, had cheated on her husband by imagining it was another man... a strange black man at that. Sitting on the toilet physically spent and mentally exhausted Donna began to sob. Deprived The greatest orgasm I ever had came as I humped the floor and kissed her ass. Later, as she showed she had no use for my tiny cock, I was only allowed to lick her pussy and once done, work my way around to get at her ass again. Very seldom was my little guy allowed in her again. She left me for one of her studs but kept me around to serve. We played Goddess and slave. Then we became Goddess and slave. Significant steps were kissing her feet, especially in public places. She peed in my face. She dressed me as a French maid. She fucked my ass with a dildo as I became her lesbian slut. Each of these steps were important in their own way. Perhaps the biggest step, the one that demonstrated my complete obedience was when I cleaned her after she fucked her black stud. We shopped for outfits that I paid for but would never see on her. I got her ready and cleaned her up after an awesome fuck. This weekend her stories took us further down the road of depravity. She revealed my shortcomings to Liz and Tony. The scary thing is that Liz asked her if she would make me give one of her studs a blowjob.