My saliva dripped from my mouth, just like he wanted. I pulled away to catch my breath and he slapped my face with his cock. "Did I say you could stop..." he asked. I shook my head and looked up at him. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and he lay his wet cock on it. I took it in my mouth again and sucked him good and hard. I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue and i loved it. His hands moved to the side of my head pushing his cock deeper into my throat... I did gag, just as he wanted.. “Yes fine, Ambrose,” I replied. “The lady and I are catching up on some difficult news.”“Very well,” he said, shrugged, and walked off.“Why don’t you sit down?” I suggested. “Cause less of a disturbance.”She sat down and I continued where I’d left off.“We’re ‘celebrating’ with Harriet here the three month anniversary of her being dumped by her boyfriend, and I’m ‘celebrating’ that Penelope finished with me six months ago. That was a narrow escape. More comfort than celebration, I. This was the early 1970s and most women in their thirties and forties wore a girdle of some sort. Based on the pages of adverts in the catalogues and women’s magazines, there was a huge choice. I knew my mother wore a girdle all the time, having seen her around the house and thought nothing of it. Before access to men’s adult magazines, I had many times whacked off looking at these adverts – especially in the mail-order catalogues.My mother favoured the long leg girdles and as I was to learn. Cameron's personality had alwaysbeen liberally doused with sexism, and now that I was a woman, he usedit as an additional reason to look down on me. The times we had beenalone together since my conversion - thankfully, there were few - thedynamic between us had changed and shifted. Now he acted superior to me.And though I never felt directly threatened, I think that the idea thathe could physically dominate me changed things between us in a visceralway.Up until Amanda had revealed to me that.