I saw that as a sign that this was a one-time thing for her. She had lived her dream and had gone back to her world... and leaving me here in mine. I ...hink that's why she left the scarf - she wouldn't need it anymore. She would go home and fold up those tight fitting jeans and put the new Justins in the back of her closet.In my mind I know she's a lady and I'd never tell anyone what had happened that night... that story of a queen that wanted to spend a night with the likes of me. We had parted. His strong hands held my head in place as he pounded relentlessly into my submissive mouth. I felt my lips stretching wide as he thundered in and I made a series of involuntary gagging noises that echoed through the toilet block. His cock bounced off the top of my mouth as he rammed it deeper and he positioned his legs either side of my kneeling body , forcing his crotch right up onto my face.The cop started to grunt and breath even heavier than before and I watched with horror and fascination. Until recently the psychiatric community classified all fetishes as paraphilia's andfetish was considered to be a mental disorder. If you take into consideration that those withthe fetish instinct have far higher I.Q's than the general population, a case could also bemade using the same logic that particle physicists engage in abnormal behavior. Thegeneral population does not spend hours fixated on discovering particles smaller thanquarks. By the logic of the psychiatric community the physicist. Strange. It hurts, sort of. But you're touching all sorts of nerveendings and... and..." Part of you likes it. On a purely physical level. But you don't want tobe a sissy. Like you told you wife. You're still a married man. Beingused in the most intimate way possible by another man. And you hate whatthat means. Let's see if we can't get you to where you love how it feels,even crave it, at the same time still being upset by what I'm turning youinto. Just thinking about that makes me.