‘Sit down. The paper and coffee is on the table. Everything will be ready in a minute.’ Cindy sat down but she didn’t pick up the paper. I could... feel her eyes on me as I moved around the kitchen. When I turned around, I saw a strange look on her face. ‘What’s the matter?’ I asked. ‘Robbie, we need to talk.’ Uh oh, I thought, here it comes. We went too far last night and now she is having regrets. ‘Uh… sure s*s, let me finish getting breakfast ready.’ I put the food on the table and sat down. Don’t you think he deserves a special tip?’ Cindy stalled for time. ‘Maybe. It probably depends on what kind of tip you had in mind.’ Ray turned her to face the cabby and opened the front of the cape. ‘Hey, man, would a close look at my Christmas present rate as a nice generous tip?’ When the young cabby turned around, the astonished look on his face was one of the greatest compliments Cindy felt she would ever receive. ‘Wait a second,’ he mumbled, as he reached back flipped on the dome-light.. ’ When she pulled against his controlling hand, fighting not to gag and trying to get air, he spoke to her as one would a dog. ‘No. Bad girl. Now try again, and this time relax. Take it all..’ and thrust back into her mouth. This time she gave no sign of resistance, and Cromwell beamed down at her, pushing his cock all the way into her spasming throat. ‘Good…that’s a good girl.’ His face betrayed his impending orgasm. ‘Okay, my good little cocksucker. You can cum now.’ Victor’s jaw literally. I still fail to grasp why. The facts strewn about in this are a result of my research, but I found no practical way to use them in the story so I just had folk say stuff.While the bulk of this story came from my imagination, the work place conversations for the most part are from my memory and every action credited to a teacher character in this story was really perpetrated by a teacher in real life. The psychology theory rendered by a character is my own idea, I never heard back from anyone in.