"Keep your eyes open," he urges me, as his head embarks on a journey to the control tower of my pleasure, the nerve center of carnal desires, the focal point of my secret lair. And with a stroke of his expert tongue, he makes me moan in no time. "Alex, I... This isn't... We shouldn't... I... Ooooh! Oooh, that feels so good! Don't stop! Ooooooh!" Tears escape from my eyelids. I realize that once again, I have shown weakness. Will it never end?