Her head came up to my chest. If I had to guess I’d say maybe about five foot two, or maybe three. Tiny is the word I would use to describe her....Me, I’m totally the opposite of my angel. Older forty-something, Divorced Caucasian male. Slight Budweiser beer belly, long blonde hair with blue eyes. I’m six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds. I tower over her small frame.My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren’t supposed to be. She chewed the banana and swallowed it.“There now was that so bad?”, I asked rhetorically,I kept feeding her and giving her water in between bites. Each time she drank I assisted her neck. Having been bed ridden before I know the pain it can be to have to lift your neck up repetitively. I wanted to show her that with cooperation comes rewards. She finished the banana and water. Then chirped up.“Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone I promise!” she pleaded,“After our little discussion. She sucked on my pulsing cock until my balls were drained. I was still grunting and thrusting, although rather languidly now. My penis was no longer hard. She kept looking deeply into my eyes, and began to talk to me. Her voice was soft and sultry and she continued to speak in rhythm with my moans as she looked deeply into my eyes and mirrored my expressions. It was hypnotic. Although I felt spent from my orgasm, I was beginning to feel pleasurable sensations again in my penis and balls. “It is. Tad wasn't fighting it. I noted, with some regret, that he was getting a better blowjob from Louise than I'd ever been able to give him. I resolved to consult her later about lessons.But then the moment appeared to be lost. "Damn it!" Don suddenly exclaimed. "I'm running out of film! This is my last roll! Jeez, Louise, we can't stop now! Please! Go to the drugstore and get some more film -- quickly!"I hadn't given Don enough credit. He was a regular Richard Burton in the acting department!"But.