I wasn't a woman either... I was simply a cocksucker... I was simply where I was meant to be... on my knees... sucking a cock attached to a nameless, ...faceless, man.Instinct took over.I bobbed.Slowly at first, trying to get used to my mouth stretched in a way it wasn't used to. But as my mind turned off and I became a straight cocksucker, my body took over and I bobbed faster... wanting to be a great cocksucker and wanting to earn my first load of cum.I won't bore you with the play by play, but. .no one's here but you and I so get out those clothes and let's get busy...' Downfallen I undressed and followed Bruce to the bath. Bruce started the water and we stepped into the tub, the water was a little hot for me but Bruce seemed to enjoy it. Bruce took the face clothe and soaped it up and started to wash his self. As he turned he looked at me and handed me the clothe saying '...you're my bitch, wash me...' Reluctantly I took hold of the clothe and started to wash his shoulders and chest.. .. legal custody. She wrote back: "I was curious about something. Does this whole custody thing apply only to substance abusers? Are there ever any cases that a husband is placed under the custody of his wife, because, maybe they both agreed that what's best for their marriage?"Kim answered: "Sometimes it happens that way. Most often it's for adultery or some other thing that one partner did to offend the other. Those cases are handled by the Church, and they fall under the rules for public. So he asked my sister come to him everyday at evening after finishing her work so that he can prepare her for the pooja and the pooja can be done only after 2 weeks. My mom and sister first thought about it and then they agreed.So after that my sister regularly went to this swamiji and used to come to home very late and tired. When we asked she would say it was due to the work and there was nothing wrong in the ashram. so finally two weeks was over and the pooja was also completed.