I realized it was a huge mental turn on somehow to switch roles and pretend to be the one sucking the cock. It was a thrill to be like the women I adm...ired so much when I received great oral. I understood, mentally a least, getting pleasure from pleasing. I started more and more fantasizing about sucking a dick again, but this time being able to make it come. I wondered if I ever did get the chance, would I be able to suck a load out? One thing was now apparent, I really wanted to try. I began. It seemed like since breaking it off with Jonathan, Ethan was always around. I looked away before moving up in the line. Even though I wasn’t with Jonathan I still had that guilty feeling when talking to Ethan. What I should have felt guilty about was sleeping with his brother. ‘Um…’ I had no idea what to say to Ethan. For some reason I found myself looking at Jonathan still in the corner. But this time I saw him look at me. ‘What have you been up to?’ ‘Um, I haven’t been up to anything. She left without saying goodby.It came to her in a blinding flash of brilliance as she signaled for a taxi to take her to the studio. Agard was blackmailing her into doing these sordid roles in his even-more sordid films, and she had falsely assumed all along that there was nothing she could do about it. But there was! She suddenly realized what had been obvious all along, that she could blackmail him right back, in fact, blackmail her way right out from under his iron domination. These films. Her hands shook. She looked at me, trying to read something from my face or body language, anything that would give her a clue as to what I was up to."Trust me," I repeated.She took a deep breath and let it out. She looked down at herself then back at me. Shrugging her shoulders, she began to unbutton her sweater, slowly at first and then at a close to normal pace.About half way, while she was still unbuttoning, she asked, "Are you going to just watch me or..."I didn't answer.Her hands finished.