“Do you find the taste unpleasant?” he asked.“Not really," I replied.“Tonya, I have long felt that I knew the deep cause of your original depr...ssion. It was of course the loss of your daddy. But it went far beyond that. You had deep feelings for him that extended to sexual feelings. You had sexual desires that you would never experience, thus the depression. I did not tell you this because I could not see a benefit. After several years of therapy, I felt you had made great progress and was free. I was being impaled and could feel him throbbing inside my neck. I was oozing precum and so aroused I felt lime an animal.I pressed down hard until my nose and chin were against the plywood divider. I felt him thrust in my throat and I could feel his cock twitching as I raised back off his cock slowly with my mouth open and only my tongue touching his cock on the way back up. Increasing my speed and suction I felt his cock begin to twitch and I tasted the sweet precum leaking from his engorged. There was a pretty even split of men and women in the group and a few of them already were talking and getting to know one another.It didn't take long for the managers to get back and get us all caught up on what we were going to be doing. It seemed pretty crazy at the time to think that we would be moving 80 feet of steel shelving filled with all kinds of soda. As we all got to work unloading the shelves we all started talking and getting to know one another. With some of them I could tell. His free hand took your long hard cock and helped it find the entrance to my pussy. “Are you ready darling?” I heard him whisper and I got chills as I anticipated what I was ready for! I felt the head of his cock push into my wet, tight, slippery pussy. I rocked my bottom back toward him; I needed to feel him fill me. He moved so slowly, savored every moment, and drove me wild. He slid his finger out of my bum to hang on with both hands to my squirming bottom. Finally, I felt his balls.