I not only craved His cock (and His attention), but now I craved cumming. I had become His cumslut.(I’m wet now.)This gave Him even more leverage - ...ot only to influence my actions but to infiltrate my mind. He could use my constant need to cum to mold me and shape me. He knew that I had the capacity to find other women attractive - I would even occasionally and innocently flirt with them. He wanted me to want women. It began with slowly adding lesbian porn to some of our dates. He forced me to. Me, I’m built like Mom and Granny. Barely five foot tall, I have D cup tits that Mom has insisted on keeping tighly holstered since they first started to grow at age 11. She would point to her mom, Granny and say, “If you want to walk around with your tits tucked into your belt when you are 50, you don’t have to wear a bra, but if you want them stay nice and firm like mine, keep them holstered.” Oh, and like Mom and Granny, I burn in about 10 minutes of direct summer sun!!So most of the time. One hand on her head, and the other on my cock. I held her head still with just the tip in her mouth, and stroked on myself for a few minutes. She took over reaching for the oil, as I layed back while her hand pounded me. I felt as if I was on the edge, but couldn't cum. She kissed on me again, and asked if I wanted her to finish me by hand, or in her mouth. I was speechless. I told her she had to decide. Neither was her answer. She wanted it splattered all over her chest. She flipped. ’ Leaving Mary sputtering behind him, James followed the path Penelope blazed a few minutes before. **** Hell, even here I couldn’t find what I was looking for. After all the stories I’d ever heard about this place, I figured I would open the doors and find Sodom & Gomorrah returned at last. Instead I found a dive bar with bad lighting, poor music, crappy drinks, and enough smoke in the air to kill off a third world nation. Not to mention some of the most hideous looking waitresses I’ve ever.