My head was stuck in a fantasy novel that I was halfway through. A wizard was about to zap the baddies who had harnessed a dragon.We had pulled into a...station and the door opened. I looked up to see the figure of a woman outlined against the brightness of the sun. As the door shut I got a better view of who had just entered the train. She had shoulder length black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. Her figure was just right, not skinny like you see in the magazines. She must have been in her middle. Just thinking about him brought me feelings that Ive never felt before, like this intense desire to see him again. I stood up and opened my closets door and glared at myself in the full length mirror. Then I took off my cosy white cotton pyjamas and looked at myself, my soft, perky and generous breasts, then my toned legs, my long, golden hair… I couldnt say I was ugly, because I wasnt. But I was trying to figure what could have made a handsome, gigantic and older man like Owen want me like he. I shouted, I screamed, I begged but they just looked down at me and actually laughed, calling me ‘pathetic,’ before repeating that I had to leave. They stopped laughing though when I said I was taking my paintings.”“Paintings?” I asked, realising that this story was going to have a ‘twist.’“A couple of years before dad died he bought me a set of four paintings for my birthday by a Venetian renaissance artist called Giovanni del Callinni. They were bought for me to be used as a future investment. While still holding the base of the cock and with the head exposed I suck the end hard making big slurping noises. With each suck I lower my head further and further down the shaft until my lips make contact with my hand. How far the cock is in my mouth obviously depends on the length of the cock. This is my mental note to get ready for deep throat action. It is the ability to overcome the gag reflex and open the throat muscles that separates the sluts from the bitches! Believes me practice.