“Look at you,” he sneered, “dressed like you’re a good girl.” He slid my skirt up my thighs to reveal a black peep of lace panties. The arom... of my desire scented the room. I watched mesmerized as he unzipped and slowly extracted his rigid, perfect tool, eyes locked on mine. “Suck it. On your knees, right here. Your husband knows where you are. He knows what you’re doing. His dick is about to burst as he imagines what I’m doing to you, what you’re doing to me. I wouldn’t want him disappointed.. . sure.” He grins, not quite believing he’s walked into a Penthouse letter.He tries to be surreptitious, sliding his hand over to my side of the car. I focus on the road, pretending not to notice as Jimmy clumsily tries to get to my own waistband. After some fumbling he manages to get his fingers into my shorts, withdrawing in surprise as he encounters my bush. I glance over and see the mix of curiosity, confusion and horror on his face.“I’m a woman, Jimmy, we’ve got hair too”“But Miss Santos,. I used my tongue on the underside of her cock, licking it as it slid in and out, poking into my throat and making me gag a bit. I caught some of my drool and used it as lube to jack my own cock. God I was already on the verge of coming. Suddenly she pulled back. “Get up fag boy” she instructed as she walked toward the bedroom “come on, don’t make me wait or you’ll regret it”. I immediately got off my knees and followed, disappointed at no longer having her hard, hot, dripping cock in my mouth.. Having her approval, as well as her acceptance and forgiveness, after what I’d done when I got hurt, all seemed to help alleviate my conscience more than I’d expected.I honestly wasn’t sure what would have happened to me if my first time getting seriously injured had been before I met her, but I doubted it would have turned out well. How would I have coped without someone knowing about me and accepting me?I shivered at the thought, knowing I would have absolutely refused to open up to anyone.