I lower my head and pull his head to my lips. I look up at him as I slip his red, helmeted prick in to my mouth. He’s looking down at me, in to my e...yes and loving this. My mouth stretches obscenely to accommodate his girth. I feel it pulse as he gently tries to push himself in farther and I quickly grasp his hips so that he won’t overwhelm me. I slowly work him in and out until I’m finally able to get about half his length in to my mouth and throat. I can taste his salty precum when he slides. He would watch what theother women did and do the same. Finally he would learn how to flirtwith men. He decided there was nothing more feminine than flirting withmen. He wouldn't date them, how could he, he might look like a woman butwhere it counted he was still a boy.When the bus dropped her off at home, Timmy was waiting at the stop. Shejust wanted to go to her room and play her video games but Timmy toldher, she had to do her homework first. She did so, it was easier to donow that she. I've never even thought it before now. I've heard it. I know what it means. I'm just not the kind of person who uses that language. Or I wasn't. But I'm a COCKSUCKER now.Not long after I started, Tony exclaimed, "Hey, Jimmie! Whadaya think about yer sweet little wife sucking and fucking all the guys at work? I'd be pretty pissed if it was me. It must take a special kind of pussy to watch his wife getting it on with the guys he works with, especially knowing how much she hates it."I couldn't see. “Or seen my floral watercolour sketches,” Hope whimpered.“Or admired my stitching,” Chastity pouted.Tobias edged out of the room, trying not to make any assurances about returning for such dubious treats. Once safely in the hallway, the maid helped him on with his coat and gave him a conspiratorial wink as the volume of the high-pitched voices in the drawing room rose plaintively.He ought to have known he wouldn’t get away so easily.A letter from his mama arrived as if by supernatural agency.