‘Suck my cock bitch’ I growled again and she was on me in an instant sucking and swallowing. Oh this was good!! I was totaly ad-libbing it but it ...as coming to me so natural. I sudenly through her away from me and she crashed to the floor not in a graceful way either. ‘You piece of shit’,I growled angrily. ‘I said suck, not enjoy’. She again looked up at me and real pleading was in her eyes. Sorry master,I only want to please you’. ‘Can you ever please me bitch’. ‘OH yes master’,she pleaded and. I reached for it, knocking my alarm clock off the nightstand. ‘Star! Star! They’re dead! Professor Jones is dead!’ Instantly awake I began to shiver. ‘What!?’ ‘Their plane. It went into the World Trade Center. It’s on the news. Turn on the TV.’ I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room not even taking time to grab a robe to cover my nude body. I turned on the TV and sat in shock trembling, shivering. I watched as the second plane hit. The smoke, the fire. The TV cut to the Pentagon.. But I admired her. She's just the kind of crazy I never am.I had this odd thought. How nice it would be to hide out in her file cabinet and watch! Then I started fantasizing about jumping out and turning her upside down and-- well, I stopped thinking right then, because this was getting strange. I don't do women! I'm probably the hardest core heterosexual in the whole United States. And Canada. So I obviously wasn't having the thoughts I kept having. That's logic.I agonized about doing it. One Sunday morning I started flicking through the pages reading how these mature busty women wanted to fuck a young stud like myself I was so turned on reading about them I was wanking myself furiously just thinking about it. I plucked up the courage and called a local couples voice box my heart was racing as I left them my phone number and a brief description of myself, I hung up the phone and thought that would be it but I was wrong.Later that day I received a call from the husband who wanted.