”She just dropped her head, sobbed, and then snapped and screamed at me; “Fine you asshole, leave when things get tough. Just go. I will see a law...er before I go to a goddamn shrink. Just go.”This tirade was from the mouth of a lady that would not say piss if she was drinking it. I was shocked. I got up and walked to the bedroom and started packing my stuff. As I was packing there were more than a few tears.I loaded up my car and my small trailer that we used when we went camping. It was not. The ride was spectacular: endless sandy beaches, peaceful blue waters, swaying palm trees and friendly people waving at the limo. We arrived at the resort and were greeted by a black gentleman, Mike, who was at the reception desk. The reception area was extremely plush, with numerous chairs and couches and a marble floor. Mike handed us a fruity rum drink and began the check-in process.The first question he asked was, "Nude or Prude?"Before I could respond Carol said, "Nude."She gave me a. I couldn’t fully understand it because it was Spanish, and what little Spanish I’d learned from Sesame Street in my delicate formative years did not include most of whatever was being said. I had picked up a larger vocabulary lately, but, hell, I’d have had trouble following English at that blurring speed. It was probably best that way, because if I was a hearing things correctly, the last sentence that blurred by had included the words for “thirty-two donkeys” and “your whore of a. The cock was all the way to the back of my throat on the first try! I was surprised that I took it all the way without gagging. It felt so good to have my mouth filled with the condom covered cock. My weenie was twitching and leaking all over the inside of my panties, all without touching myself. When I pulled it out it was covered with lipstick and a glorious sight. Pleased with my first attempt I could now hear Mistress’s voice in my head, ‘Suck it. Suck it for me my sissy’. I began stroking.