I really love fucking women but there are times when I need to be used and degraded and only cock can do that. Ever since I was young I struggled with...the guilt of my sexuality. When I was nine or ten I decided stop being a faggot. And it kinda worked out perfectly because the boys that used to use my mouth lost interest in me and moved on to girls. I’m sure I represented a shame for them and they would rather pretend that the things they did to me never happened. There was one boy (Eric) that. I felt sick. Like I had done something wrong. So I closed my eyes, expecting the roof to fall or Wendy's to show her Brazilian temper. The next few seconds seem like hours. But then Wendy said “does a cougar have a tail … hell yes just give me a chance”. Wendy said “All types of men are always leaving there number hoping for date with me. Vanessa and I has a running joke about it. But I do not date customers”. “If you could have one thing what would it be” I said. Fully expecting her to say a. I suppose everybody does. I do pretty much all of them, but just recreationally. I’m just not as good at anything else as I am at fellatio. Maybe it’s just that’s what I got stuck in my head when I was a little girl. I don’t know. In the fucking events, I have trouble managing my orgasms. I’m really very sensitive and I tend to lack control. Especially the gang bang. My God, that just turns me into a quivering mass of jelly. It’s completely insane. I mean it feels great; don’t get me wrong. I. "Well" she started "how was it? Tell me everything!"I poured myself a cup of coffee and walked into the living room with her behind me. "It was fabulous!" I exclaimed. I proceeded to tell her, we everything. She was hanging on every detail. As we talked the other 2 came in and were asking questions. They all seemed to be pleased that he responded like he did. Terri chirped in that she has seen that kind of reaction from him the whole time they have been married. We all laughed. "I can tell you.