Tom moves in for a kiss, feeding me my owncum. I eat it all. I feel like a baby bird accepting delectabletidbits from its parent.I want more."Tom," ... command. "Drop your pants and stroke yourself for me."He does."Oh, yes, that's it, Tom. When you're going to come, lay the head ofyour cock on the tip of my tongue. I want you to see yourself cum in mymouth. I want you to see how hungry I am."I decide to entice him with promises of things to come."I can't wait to get better so you can fuck. It was so unique and it was mine. Every skinny inch of it was mine. But I wanted more. I wanted more of his time and attention. I wanted more of his cock in my mouth but, despite the frequency, my gag reflex had not improved. Each night he’d sit on a chair in his bedroom while I knelt down before him and sucked his dick. Each night he’d aggressively grab my head to try to help me take more of him. Each night it ended with me gagging at the same depth and a pool of spit accumulating on. He went on to tell me how Alison had told hima little about me and how I thought I was better than everyone else. He wenton to tell me he expected me to behave myself and to do whatever he told mewithout protest. I meekly nodded my acceptance and still found it incrediblethat at his age he could be so confident. He then sat down and picked up aclipboard and said he had some questions for me. He ran through them as ifhe had rehearsed then a thousand times. Date of birth, my home address, my work. So wonderful," Tanya gushed, her eyes taking in the surprising sight before her. Jake had told her he wanted to cook dinner for her on Christmas Eve, but she never expected anything like this. He'd set two spots at the table, one at the end and the other right next to it. He'd used the family's 'special dishes' and silverware. The room was lit only by a number of candles he'd placed on the table, giving it a very intimate ambience. She couldn't remember the last time she'd be wooed like this..