“Well you seem fine now, so I shall be on my way.”“What! Not going to try to get a fucking grope, or a fucking date for being Mr. Super Fucking ...ero and saving me from ... whatever.” She snapped.“Not a chance. Foul-mouthed ingratiates are not my scene at all.” I said as politely as I could manage, before walking away.“Shit!” I heard her yell in obvious pain.I turned around and saw her kneeling on the ground. I looked around, hoping someone else would go to her rescue, but her loud and foul. ” Tim gathered me to him, softly folding me in his arms and kissing me tenderly. He was sweet. I tried to relax but I froze stiff as his hands slid over my top, cupping my left breast and making me sigh with tension. “Relax, don’t hold yourself so tight. Here, touch me.” He took my hand and laid it underneath his shirt. His skin felt so hot, so slick with perspiration. I was hooked. Pleasure of the flesh began to intoxicate me. He took my hands and pushed them down to his waist before I started. I was his girlie boy. I never thought I could become so feminine, in my mind, at least. But Mark brought out my deepest desires. Desires I had kept hidden, even from myself. I was excited to be almost naked with a man. I was excited to be wearing lacy underwear. I was excited to know he was aroused by looking at me. My hand reached down to his bulge and I felt him. Felt his arousal. He was hard. I was making this man hard and I had no shame about it. I was glad. I was going to give myself up to. ’ As the days and weeks and months went by, I was not shy about putting her to work. We would play games and create scenarios and such. She liked it best when I stuck my cock through the hole and snapped my fingers. And without a sound, she would approach the curtain. Her delicate fingers would touch my cock, her nails would lightly scratch my balls and then she put my entire cock in her mouth and and start to move up and down on it, lick the shaft, or suck really hard. Most times she would.