On the other hand, I was a rather petite woman at five foot, five inches (if I stretched), and about 115 pounds. I have a slender figure with small, p...erky 34B cup breasts. I have green eyes, and a pretty smile. Objectively speaking, I am not 'hard on the eyes'. In fact most men tell me that I am quite pretty. As I confessed earlier, at the beginning of this chapter, at times while masturbating, I would fantasize that I accidently caught Bryan masturbating, or he caught me in some various stage. He could feel the objects intruding in his ears. There was something on his neck keeping it stiff and extended though he had no idea what it was. Everything else was numb from the neck down. He tried to call for help but found that what ever was in his mouth was most effective. If no one had heard him while he was panicking nothing could hear him now. ?Hello husband, I hope you are now nice and awake. I bet you are wondering what is happening. I am here to tell you.? He tried to scream in anger. Now straddling you, your cock meets my dampness as I rock gently over you, letting you slide between my dampness, but no further. I smile at you and lean in and kiss you hungrily, my tongue mingling with yours.I slowly kiss along your jaw, down your neck, slowly, seductively tracing my tongue over your hot body. I arrive at your manhood and it twitches with excitement. You know what is coming.."Please,' you grunt, begging me. I look at you, delighting in being a tease. I look back at your cock. Her first taste of anything each morning was usually her own cum, or if Sir didn’t play the game with her, she might be allowed to suck his magnificent 8” cock until he came in her mouth. Once in a while Sir would provide her with a condom filled with some stranger’s cum instead, dangling it in front of her like a person would a treat for a dog while she knelt and begged, then watch as she sucked it clean. It didn’t matter. Her breakfast was cum, every day, and often it would be all she would.