My eyes opened as I tried to roll over and felt the aftermath of last night’s abuse. My ass was definitely bruised, and my asshole was sore from Paul’s assault on my anal cherry. I had to pee and almost got out of bed to relieve myself before I remembered Paul’s command. I laid my head across his leg and took his morning wood in my mouth. I heard Paul make small moans as I began to bob my head up and down on him. I caressed him with my tongue, feeling all of the small veins that ran up and down him. My hand crept under his balls to...