Instead I retired to my own bedroom, listening to the mix tape Simon had made me, just trying to calm down before going to sleep.The next morning, I w...ke up to find music in my ears - apparently I’d fallen asleep with my headphones still in. To my surprise, I was still incredibly worked up - so much so that even though he was the target of my anger, I was considering crossing the hall and insisting that Simon hypnotize me, just so I could relax. A few weeks ago, he’d done some kind of online. “Ok. Show off.” He instructed.“Yes Sir!” I said as I grabbed it in my fist. I bobbed sucking firmly. My tongue gave him a rough working under his glans. Then, snorting as I impaled myself, I forced myself onto him. At about 9 inches I tapped his calf. He understood the signal and his strong hand pulled me down to his balls. He held me there for long enough to really challenge my ability. He let me slip away, halfway up the shaft but not off. I took in air through my nostrils, then he pulled my. As if he had heard me, one of his hands trailed from breast and down my stomach before slipping between my closed thighs and parting them. Exposing my warm, wet pussy. His fingers traveled up and down, rubbing against my lips and clit but leaving me hungry for more. Suddenly, his wet thumb pressed down on my clit, making my body jerk with a burst of pleasure that shot up though me. My moan filled the silent room as he looked up and kissed my lips, tearing away the cover off me revealing his. It was quiet, except for Danny's breathing.It was choppy and stifled, every once in a while with a sharp intake.I looked up to find tears streaming down his cheeks.I felt a sympathetic look come onto my face.I took the edge of the flannel sleeve, and wiped the tears off his face.His eyes looked different than they had in a long time.They were full of pain.There was no hatred, instead there was love. And this love was obviously causing him some pain. I found his hand with my other, and squeezed.