Slowly I saw his crotch coming closer as his cock entered my throat, with sweat and tears I got evermore cock into me until my lips touched the base s...in. I felt my own cock fighting against the fabric of my thong, tired and on the edge of an orgasm. I rolled my eyes to see his face, but I couldn't. I was alone with my achievement of deepthroating my first cock. But I didn't care, he didn't matter - all that was important to me was his cock. I really am no man, I am just a cock-loving sissy. He moans as you slide one finger inside him, then two, scissoring them to stretch him out enough to take the first toy."Please, sir," he begs. "May I turn over?" Maybe if you're good."He looks over his shoulder at you, before looking back forward, and you can see him clenching his fists under the pressure of not being able to see what you're doing."Please, sir," he repeats.You chuckle. "Fine. But if you cum before I say you can, you'll be punished."He eagerly flips over, and you slide your hand. It's not. But good job faking it. All those years withQuinlan must've paid off."She laughed. "Actually, what are you up to now? I mean, if you don'thave to get home or anything." I was just going to get something to eat. My wife goes out with herfriends on Wednesdays." Mind if I join you?" That'd be great. Otherwise, it's just me and the New Yorker." Terrific. How about Italian? Oh, shit...not you, too, Steve," she said,staring at my face."What? What me too?" The lipstick, Steve," she said,. To a seventy year old Judge, a Bra was clothing of a provocative nature. The courts often found that "good girls don't go riding around in cars with boys at night."The courts always found that a teenaged boy seduced by an older female "benefited from the experience."A girl that "took" was expelled from school, and shunned by her classmates. The boy responsible was regarded as a hero by his classmates and many a male get-together centered around what went where and how it felt. Guys went looking.