We went down to the suite of offices at the end of the corridor. There were two offices there. These were the offices from which the two Anderson sons..., Dominic and Anthony, ran the company.They shared a receptionist. The cute blonde looked up and smiled when we came in. But I saw the look in her eyes when she saw the way I was dressed. It was so embarrassing. I knew what she must be thinking. I knew what I would have thought in her place.She was good though. She never changed her expression.. He said you really are a black cock sucker aren't you you better hope she covers for you because we are going to be here for awhile as he opened his pants to let the monster out to the light of day. He told me just use your mouth make believe it's a ice cream cone lick it. As I started licking the plum sized head it began to release precum to warm my taste buds, I realized that this was the cock that had got me into this in the first place. I opened as wide as I could and managed to get the big. I can tell you that it did not. After my adrenaline decreased I really started to feel the burn deep inside me from that toy of my mothers. I lay in bed on my stomach as the pain gradually went away, the hours passed and morning arrived. I heard my mother waking and I guess getting ready for work. I figured if I'm going to be aggravated by this feeling of shame from my abused asshole I mite as well bother my mother a little bit. I waited to hear her car drive off before I decided to text. July the third rolls around and I find myself chatting with my online friends, bringing him up, and telling myself that I am not going to go, I am not going to see him. I love how he makes me feel and I hate that I love it. Talking about the guy, looking at that address, still up on my computer screen, and reading erotica is not a very good recipe to avoid thinking about somebody. Then I “let my friends convince me to go.” What I mean by that is that I fixated on everything positive they said.