I really did need his cock. I really was a cocksucker.I eased his balls out of his pants. I now had before me, inches from my face, my cocksucking fac...e, a beautiful cock and below it balls that I was to kiss. I gently kissed his hanging balls and then started to take his cock in my mouth but he stopped me. "Don't just peck at my balls bitch, get in there and kiss them, press your face against them, show me what a faggot you are." He said looking down at me.I did. I pressed my face against his. When he was outside the store Gregory decided he had better go directlyhome and give up the idea, at least for this weekend, of buying hiscoveted girdle. Wearing a girdle was something he had longed to do formany years, but he had never until this day had the nerve to even go to alingerie department let alone select a girdle to buy. The trip had beenasudden inspiration. Jump in the car, drive 50 miles away, no one wouldknow him, do everything without thinking. Thinking of the consequenceswas. A few hours later Marion arrived at her destination and set about getting ready to ply her trade, after years selling Marion knew exactly what to do to seal a deal even before it was made and through the use of subtle tricks such a showing a slight hint of cleavage or a hint of thigh she usually didn’t have that much trouble wrapping these middle aged procurers around her little finger and sealing the deal before anyone else had a chance. After a morning of appointments the time had finally. And later…. I'm supposed to type this up as a reminder of why I'm his toy. I belong tohim and he gets to treat his toys the way he wants to. And that is what I am;his Geek toy, his slut to be used when he needs a release from stress of aworkday. He was in a mood when he got off the bus. I could tell. His eyes looked notat my face but my neck when he got into the car, checking to see that I obeyedhim with wearing the collar. I had; which was good for me since I would nothave wanted to get into.