"In the kitchen sipping my chocolate I cursed myself for a fool for reacting as I had to my son's comment, it wasn't even an offensive phrase, but it ...as one I had thought was a shared thing between my online lover and myself.The next day I saw Paul off to school then went about my daily routine, the same mind numbing routine of cleaning and baking that I had fallen into since the death of my husband. I'd been shy before his death, but it was worse afterwards, which was why I was so thankful. Not very hard, but hard enough to send shock waves through your body. The bamboo is still resting on your butt. I slap it very lightly a few times just to let you feel it's there. I can feel the anticipation in your whole body as I whisper again."You don't really feel sorry for wanting him, do you?" No, I am sorry! No, I mean I am not sorry. I really wanted him. He seemed so real. Like he really, really wanted me. I wanted to feel that. It made me so wet. I wanted to feel when he was thrusting. “I think we need to clarify who is in charge here,” Mistress Tracy said, slamming her fork down on her plate. “You two treat me like I’m one of your slaves,” she almost screamed. Then she stood up next to the table, put her fists on her hips and said, “I demand a reckoning.”“What do you suggest,” Mistress Gloria said calmly, “dueling pistols at forty paces?”She was smiling, but no one laughed at her suggestion. We slaves sort of crouched down and hid in the kitchen waiting to see what would. It wasn't but a few minutes before I heard someone enter the booth beside mine. I got on my knees and looked thru the gloryhole where I had sucked of countless cocks. I recognized one of the regulars and presented 2 fingers. He dropped His pants and that familiar cock came thru. He has a plump sack and an above average sized cock. He is quick to get hard as I start sucking and fondling His balls.I have never been able to deep throat but over time I have learned to control my gag reflex. I take.