"I need a favor from one of you."At the mention of the word "favor", all eyes looked in other directions. The last time any of them had done Helena a ...favor, it had involved working a double shift on a holiday."Oh come on, it's not that bad," the dark haired woman grinned. "In fact, I'm even willing to make it worth your while."Unconvinced, most of them still tried to make themselves look uninterested."I had a little car trouble this morning," Helena went on as if she had a receptive audience,. That smile. “Well, I don't normally discuss it in these kinds of venues. For one thing, my job doesn't allow me to be as...open as you are. Some of my clients are very conservative. So I prefer having these conversations in private. But yes, I have a verbal humiliation fetish. Nothing too extreme. Basically name-calling with a touch of slut-shaming. I don't get into some of the more extreme forms of it I've seen on Fetlife where people are...dehumanized if that's a word. Women on leashes in. "The women I live with share me already. It would be wrong of me to add more to my family and further divide what little attention each of them receives already."Reynolds playfully pouted. "Oh..." She looked at Renée. "Do you feel like the attention you receive is divided up too much?"For her to ask Renée such a personal question almost upset me. It was one thing to embarrass me, but I would not stand for Renée to have to put up with such.However, Renée felt the sudden change in my mood and. I ran my fingers through his hair, and rested my hand on his head. I was not going to force him farther than he could go. The way he swirled his tongue around the head of my dick was too much for me to bare. I may have been experienced in holding back an orgasm, but today I could not by any means. All I could do was warn him which I did. “Kris, I’m gonna blow, you better stop while you still… Awwwwwwwwwwwww FUCK!” As I came into his mouth he had to swallow it all not leaving a drop. I looked.