I quickly placed my hands around his manhood. Oh how I wanted it in my mouth so bad. After running my fingers around the head and up and down the shaf...t, I let my tongue do what it so badly wanted to. At this point my panties were now completely drenched from my excitement. He wrapped my hair around his hand using it as a rein to guide my head up and down as quickly as he pleased. I loved the taste of his cock. I opened my throat as much as I could and went as far down as I possibly could go. She whispered, “Yes”. His voice got louder, “So you lead other men on, get your cunt all wet so he can fuck you, is that it?” Another whimpered, “Yes”. He still kept at her, “And as for the poor sod that got a hard cock from feeling you up, that poor bastard has to go home and have a wank at what might have been, am I right?” She tried not to cry, “Its not my fault”. He carried on, “Ya I see, you and hubby go home and he fucks you while you both take the piss out of us. “Please no, I said it’s. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from him but when my mind wanders I start to wonder what will happen next time?, when will the next time be? Have I done anything that I shouldn’t have? Have I cum without him or his. But I kept fighting it. Secretly looking for a way out.I’d almost caved during Law school. I’d met a guy; he was funny, clever, smart, and managed to push all my buttons just so. I confided in him about my distaste for the life I was headed into. He listened to me and seemed to be completely understanding. He pondered whether I would be able to make that life into something I would love, despite everything. And he sounded so damn reasonable and clever. And he turned out to be working for The.