When she saw he wasn’t cumming anymore she sucked it one more time and pulled out swallowing. He doesn’t know why but he pulled her face back on h...s cock and rubber her face all over his wet cock cleaning it on her face. When he saw what he was doing he let her go and pulled away. “What the hell? Why did I just do that?” He asked himself. He did it by instinct, as if she was some kind of disposable toy.When he pulled away she fell on her hands. She looked up very angry.“What the fuck? Who do. ...I dont want people to know''''of course not, you still will have the place downstair, but dress sexy under your boys cloth and live here when you want to please daddy''stroking his fat cock evrytime he talk to mefeeling so girly and small, unable to think clear , feeling horny for his hot cock , getting me deeper into his plan each time he had me acceptfirst kissing his cock to be dress and sucking , now accepting to be his secret girlgiving a golden pouch condom has the deal settlerlooking. Her eyes must have closed and sleep had taken her. Something was wrong though. she was being watched she sensed. A shadow by the still open door outside resolved itself to a male figure she didn't recognise. He was turned slightly away, as if he had just done so and seemed to be silently busy with his hands. She looked closer and realised he had his cock in hand and was trying desperately to get his fully engorged manhood back in to his jeans. She stayed still so as not to cause him to move on. Still, the idea fascinated me whenever I caught a glimpse of an unusual bulge in a man's pants. I brushed it off as idle curiosity, assuring myself that I would never do anything slutty, and if I did it would be nothing so degrading to women!Gradually, my aversion to the sexual melted away. First, it became more and more clear that the feelings my best friend's warm smiles and alluring eyes invoked in me were more than friendship or simple aesthetic appreciation. A few weeks later, terrified.