I squealed in pleasure at those orgasms.It became a regular ritual that I'd suck off any of Henrico's friendswho were out with us. Once or twice I suc...ed someone off right there inthe restaurant, but mostly we went outside. I enjoyed it less and less.I seem to have been demoted from girlfriend to cocksucker-slave. Once at a cocktail party I was told to suck a cock and I didn't feellike it. Henrico picked me up bodily and took me into the cloakroomwhere he bent me over a chair, and took me. ”She stiffened and stopped struggling, finally accepting I thought that I was who I said, and I wasn’t going to harm her. There was a zip at the back of the hood and I quickly unzipped it and pulled it off her head. She rolled over and buried her face in the sheets on the bed.“It’s OK, it’s all over now. What’s your name and who did this to you?”She sighed and turned her face towards me for the first time, before saying “Unfortunately, Joe, it’s not really all over, is it?”I looked at her. It was like choreography, the fluidity of his work. Sliding in and out from underneath the cars, blindly grabbing the right tools, grease marking his strong arms where he’d rolled up his sleeves and streaks on his neck where he had wiped away sweat. She was mesmerized. She was out of sight, parked under the shade of the trees, fearlessly staring, gaping at his perfection. You are glorious she thought. He was diligently working, though every so often, he’d look up and say something apparently. All those generalities led me nowhere.Instead of doing research, I just read about the old me. There were lots of mentions of me online. Everything from my old blog, to my case history as part of a research study published by my Doctor. I didn't get a cut, so he better not have gotten paid for that study."I think your daughter, Cindy, is in the airlock," Sam said."You can let her in, I'm expecting her," I said."Do you know the man with her?" he asked."I'm sure I don't, if you don't," I replied..