..i smile wickedly when i see your arousal& lean down as i slither my tongue out2 taste a pearl of your oozing pre-cum..." suck it !! " you groan " su...k my cock !! "i bend my body down 4ward at the waist& my lips slide around your swollen glansas you take 2 steps back & i follow youwith your cock-head still between my lips& i hear the door slam shut behind me...i slide down 2 my knees in front of youas my hands move up 2 grip your hips& my mouth slides slowly down your shaft...your hands grip. Whenever he explained this to someone (like his cold fish of a wife, or her endless chain of therapists, for instance), he was immediately angered by their first response which always seemed to be "How COULD you?!!?" How he would love, just once, to tell them EXACTLY how he could have done it. It wasn't rocket science. It was one of the few completely simple things that had ever happened to him. The person who insisted upon complicating it was the "victim." His wife. Her brand of mental illness. Obviously Rob knows I am genetically a man but still seems tobe attracted to the feminine me. Since Helen has started the Depo-Proveratreatment on me my sex drive has been wiped out, but there is still somesort of desire I have to be thought of in a sexual way and perhapssomeday to satisfy someone needs. I think the oestrogen treatment alsobrings out my submissive side in a massive way. To be honest, I dosometimes have a **** fantasy, not as the perpetrator of the crime, butas the victim. I. Lets go to the incident, as usual I was chatting on yahoo msgr and I got a man online, his name was Suresh. We introduced each & continued to chat about our likes in sex our age and other things. Suresh was 55yrs old. Slowly he asked me whether I would I like to visit his house and have sex with him, I agreed. We decided that we will meet on a Saturday in the morning at 9.30 a.m has I had off. I was excited, I had bath in the morning & went to his place and started to search his house and I.