jason lee scott

Our pasts burden us with guilt but bless us with knowledge, so that we can ensure that we and those around us don’t make the same mistakes, and help those who do make those mistakes learn and grow to be better people. Even if there is no way to truly repent for our crimes, to make up for what we’ve done, that doesn’t mean we should ever stop trying.

Sarah made sure to get as much as she could on camera, having a bit of fun with it while she had the opportunity. She stuck her finger in it and pulled it out seeing the strand of liquid stretch out and snap over her lips. She bounced up and down and watched it jiggle about in her mouth. She pushed it around her mouth with her tongue, left and right, up and down and cupped her tongue so that pooled inside it. Finally, with nothing else left to mind, Sarah double checked the camera was recording cleanly and got a good angle. She tilted her head back making sure her mouth stayed in frame, then closed her mouth and swallowed. The thick puddle of cum slipped to the back of her mouth and then fell down her throat. She felt the heat of it slide down her neck, into her chest and then into her stomach. Opening her eyes, she opened her mouth and showed off to the camera the clean mouth and the confirmation she just swallowed a massive load.

Something was wrong. I struggled to open my eyes, blearily forcing myself to focus. I was in a red-panelled room, dimly lit, one I'd never been in before, with... things, on the walls. Whips, floggers, toys of all descr*ptions, most of which I couldn't even name. It was only then that I realized I was naked, bound on my back to a table with my legs spread into a slight V in the air, wrists above my head, a belt around my waist holding me down. I lifted my head, and saw that my six-inch dick was hard and straining, twitching without my command. Why the fuck was I hard? Arousal was the last thing I was feeling! Confusion, fear, panic, yes. But not arousal.