*We need to talk about this don’t be a child. *Where are you, I’m at home now and you are not here. I need to know that you are safe. *God dammit ...il, please respond to me! *Your mother called, bitching at me! Why did you have to go and tell her?! What the hell?? *And now my mother knows! Keep this shit to yourself, this is between you and I! *You are going to make me call around and find you aren’t you? Fine, be that way! She scoffed at the last message, who the hell did he think he was! She. Also, if you do get dressed, you can’t take it off until you eat some cum. Agreed?I guess.NO, not I guess. If you are a cum eating cocksucker – that’s what you are going to do, eat cum. You want to do it don’t you? Isn’t this what you want?Yes.Tell me.Yes, I want to be a cocksucker. I want to eat cum, I want to taste it – I’m a cum eating cocksucker.When you get dressed, you are agreeing to what?When I get dressed, I’m telling myself that I want to eat cum, mine or someone elses. That I must. Marcus lives in Washington so no luck in seeing him , i am currently writing this from my hotel in Vancouver as i am at our yearly meeting, and i am waiting for Paul , like i mentioned i have seen Paul since the first meeting and have become a slave for his huge black cock, i have only been able to meet up with him once ,the time we did meet since that night , we met chatted for a while then i just had to have him i was dripping , the image of that huge cock kept crossing my mind, once in. Maybe ours wasn't the best example of successful sexual relations, but it was secretive, exciting and ultimately rewarding, at least for me: I got to play with her unmentionable sexual orifice and ultimately achieve tremendously satisfying orgasms, while she really didn't have to go out of her way at all. And it's not like I was denying her any pleasure, seeing as how she never climaxed anyway.So you could say that I was feeling confident, if not complacent as well. At bed time we did our.