“From what I have read and in our brief conversation, Lisa is what many may refer to as a brat. That is, in itself, self-explanatory. Think of the l...ttle brat, stomping and squealing to get their own way. In the lifestyle, a brat will speak up, when they should be quiet. Will not do as they are told, sometimes to provoke a punishment, sometimes just because.” Lisa sniggered at this and Mike raised an eyebrow, before continuing, “And many other different things.”“Some see topping from the bottom. It took a long time, but she eventually managed to shed the majority of her frustration; almost as if she had expelled it through her pores into the soft, buoyant water around her.She and Jeff were through. At some point, she expected she should feel a twinge of heartbreak over that sad truth. But, at the moment, she couldn’t help but feel content with the sheer simplicity of it. In fact, it felt surprisingly liberating to suddenly be single again. Of course, living under the same small roof as. Even so, perhaps if I am in need of tasting cock later, I might find him and blow him for fun. But that decision would come later.Once inside the music was thumping as people danced and milled about, making introductions and buying drinks. I went to the bar, flirted with the bartender a little, who gave me a free drink. When he brought me the drink, I leaned over the bar, showing my cleavage, and kissed him on the cheek. He then said something which I did not catch, but I smiled anyway. I then. "P-p-p-ull i-it ou-ou-out-t-t, I-i'm gon-n-na squi-i-irt!"As he pulled the fake pecker out a geyser of my sweet pussy juice shot up at his face. "Fuck yeah!" he said. "That was awesome!" Yes it was," I said, "but your cock is being neglected." And I grabbed a pillow and positioned myself over it so my head was hanging off the bed. "Feed me that cock, Baby, fuck my throat."He fulfilled my request immediately, shoving every inch in my suck hole as deep as it would go. I loved every minute of.