I was turned on by what I'd witnessed and kneeling on the floor of the car turned to kiss Derek's cock. From the beginning I loved the feel of it, it ...as so velvety in my mouth and I did gag when I took it too far into my mouth. When he did cum it was a shock to me, for some reason cum had always looked so creamy, I thought it would taste like cream and as a result got a shock, it tasted bitter, salty and gritty, I had to spit it out or I would have thrown up.I admit to loving it, and with time. I wonder if I could practice somehow. Maybe go out to bars and see what it felt like to 'be myself', I guess.Ugh.Not long after I found out about masturbation, and then the internet, I discovered stories describing BDSM relationships, and it resonated somewhere deep inside of me. I wanted to be a dominant. I wanted control. But that inequality was so alien to how I was raised that I felt tremendous guilt about it and never told a soul about my desires. The guilt, however great, never stopped me. "And with happy eyes and another wink in Siggy's direction, she quickly dipped him into the ice-water again."You bloody bitch!" he cried, but she was already shoving him back down her throat, sucking hard all the way. Then with her tongue touching the base of his member she found she had to swallow some of the saliva gathered from all the sucking or gag and backed off him until she managed to swallow.Siggy was masturbating furiously now, no longer caring if he came too soon. He had to come and. Then he pulled out, lifted me up and bent me over his chair, entering my soaked bald cunt easily from behind. It was going deeper inside than i had ever felt before. All i could think about was how right i was thinking he would be an amazing fuck. He grabbed my hair pulling my head back kissing and biting my neck as i whispered "ooo boss this is so so good." I could tell by his face that he was turned on when i called him boss, so i repeated the comment twice getting louder each time and peter.