"This creature describes itself as feeding off sex, or rather the 'emotions' from sex so to speak. Then you refer several times to feeding it, yet you...'re very vague on exactly what you've been providing, what you've found that's able to sustain it."Claire felt herself blush deep red. Of course she'd been vague. No way around it though, she'd have to admit to it. "Well I... I... I've been feeding him with... myself, sir." If you're saying what I think you are, and I suspected as much, are you. He said, "Call me sir when you when want to please me, faggot."I replied, "Yes sir."I started rubbing his bulge through his pants, feeling it swell and said, "I can't wait to see your cock sir, I'm going to do my best to please your cock but please be patient."He replied, "I will cocksucker. But you're going to have to make me come if you start this, are you sure you're ready for this faggot."I answered quickly, "Yes sir, I want nothing more than to suck a big load out of your huge black. She took my shaft into her warm, moist mouth, slathering the head with her tongue. Mouth and hand worked together, pleasuring me, coaxing me slowly to my orgasm. Sometimes she would back off and slurp the underside of my throbbing dick, other times she would take it into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. With one hand she squeezed the part she couldn't get past her lips as her other hand caressed my balls. It felt amazing and I sensed the pressure building in my testicles, just. Looking at her back I just went mad. And fortunately there were only 2-3 salesmen in shop as it was the lunch hour and all of them were busy. So I had to go upstairs to show her the sarees.I told her go before and I followed her. As we were going up stairs I’s just watching her back only and I couldn’t control myself and I just kept my hand on her back and took it back immediately. But she said nothing and kept walking. I gained courage and I again kept my hand there and didn’t remove it till.