A smile crossed his lips.“Now you just sit down,” I told him, giving him a smile, some of my anger dying. Strange, perverse thoughts rippled throu...gh me. All those desires I had tamped down to force myself into the mold of a perfect, Muslim wife now brimmed through me.I didn't have to fit in that mold. I didn't have to force myself to be something I wasn't. I could just be myself. I could let myself blossom. I shivered, beneath the lust my son stirred an anger simmered at my husband. He forced. I'd just wanted to say hello. And..." He stopped and looked away again, " ... well." Dinner?" She asked tentatively."Dinner?" he repeated and when she nodded, he smiled again, "Dinner would be right nice, Miss Sullivan. Shall I call for you here or at your home?" Uh," she was shaking again, "Here is fine."They stared at each other for a few more minutes. Then JD gave himself a shake and cleared his throat again, "Well, then, I guess I will be seeing you later this afternoon." He tipped his head. He gave me an enema, and fucked my ass while I roiled inside. He's done that before, gets off on having me squirm like a mouse until I can't stand it any longer. I don't always make the toilet and that cracks him up. I have to clean up the mess afterward, like I did tonight. He wasn't really into it tonight, though. I think he's tired of me.Guys have fucked me with dildos, and other things. I've fucked my share of inanimate objects. Ever rode a Rambone? My previous boyfriend Robert suggested to. He's pretty good at sucking cock too, my balls are slapping his chin and that is a wonderful feeling. He starts to moan and rock his hips more, releases my cock from his mouth and I know I'm about to be rewarded for a B'job well done. As he starts cumming I wrap my lips tight and start stroking and sucking like a straw. He fiilled my mouth and it shot down my throat. He then went back to handeling my cock. Back in his mouth went my cock, as he went back to licking and sucking and fingering.