You turn around now and try to give me your cock again, it amuses me to resist you by refusing to open my mouth, but it doesn’t amuse you at all.You... slap my face hard, one side then thee other, basking in the helpless defeated look in my teary eyes, my makeup where it shouldn’t be as a result of the gagging.I open my mouth for you and you thrust yourself again and again until my throat is aching with the effort.“On your knees you dirty bitch” You say aggressively and you’re using the belt in my. I’d had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, barely 5 feet tall, dark red hair and freckles with a slim body and amazing ass and legs. She was a knockout mom of five and I’d been jerking my meat to her for years. This was back when people, women especially, never left the house unless perfectly made up and wearing nice clothes, so even in high heels she still had to get up on almost tip toes for the hug.“Oh Jackie (she was the only who got away with calling me Jackie anymore),” she. I introduced the two of them. Ish was in a robe slightly too large for his very slight frame, loosely tied sash and any movement caused it to open to give a fleeting glimpse of the smooth body beneath. Ty squeezed my hand gently. Paul was out by the pool. We followed Ish through the house and out to the spacious pool area. Paul was stretched out on a deck chair, naked. His entire torso is covered by a thick white fur and gave him the appearence of a strange woodland creature. His cock was not. So you see, I can feel the pain of heartbreak, the pain of loneliness, and the pain of disappointment."You, with the resilience of youth and the support of someone you loved, tried to break into the art world with your drawings and paintings, but just as you were breaking through that invisible barrier that separates the new found artist from the has-beens and the never-will-bes, you lost your reason for living to someone famous. You don't need to deny it; I can see the expression on your face..