She never does. She likes to hurt me. It’s what drives her back to me every time, and what drives me into her icy embrace, time after time. She’ll...switch on the toy as she roughly pushes it deeper into me. She won’t pull it out though. That will come later. Like she’s driving a railroad spike, she’ll continue to force the silicone coated machine further into me.The way she touches me is unbelievable. I could not possibly describe the way she makes me feel sufficiently to convey what it means. I. I asked if I was disturbing her because she looked like she was getting ready for bed or maybe even was in bed, she was wearing a white ladies tanktop (as I call them), lightgray hipster panties and big fluffy slippers, 'No! No! Come in!' she said and stepped aside to let me in. She closed the door behind me and I didn't want to stare at her body that was looking fine in the few clothes she was wearing, so I started with my apology and explanation, 'It isn't your fault' she said when I. I heard more stairs creaking. Footsteps approaching. Her husband was coming upstairs. I gasped and ripped out of her. I had to hide. I had to find a place to hide before he found me.“Shit,” she hissed, looking around. “The closet.”I stumbled to it when a door opened. Not this one. I heard a baby crying. Then the door closed. Mrs. Spencer let out a long sigh of relief as the footsteps headed down the stairs, her husband with their baby.“It's his night to listen to the baby monitor,” Mrs. Spencer. I went ahead and leaned over and placed my face just above his crotch. His big hard cock was only a couple of inches from my mouth. I slowly opened my mouth and place my lips on the head of his cock. I was really nervous and honestly, I was shaking too but I let my mouth engulf him and I started licking all around the head like he had done to me. He took my hand and guided it to his balls so I gently started squeezing and massaging them while I pumped my head up and down over his massive cock.I.