I gotused to it. It definitely beat sewing lace onto panties for six hours aday.I was not fond of sucking cock, but I could usually bring Sir to clima...quickly, unless he perversely slowed me down to prolong his pleasure.One thing I appreciated about him is that he rarely grabbed my head orhair to face-fuck me. He let me bring him to climax instead, in a waythat was less frantic until the very end.I enjoyed the feeling of Sir's penis up my sissy pussy, because he wasexactly the right size for. I mean, what the fuck? Why couldn't I dream about banging Angelina Jolie or perhaps the entire squad of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders? I had to dream about deep throating some unknown dude. Some masked man. Shit. Some pasty saliva escaped my mouth and dribbled down my chin, reminding me of my dream and where I'd been in some nether world of the mind. Disgusted with myself I wiped it off and a memory flashed unbidden in my mind. Cindy and I had gone to a New Year's Eve costume party. I had gone. Before I could reply, Dan walked into the room. He was all smiles and if I was afraid that he would be upset because I was alone with his wife, he certainly didn’t show it. “Sit down and tell us what you saw today. Jennifer, come quick – Patrick is here.” “Who do you think let him in, knucklehead” she teasingly remarked as she come from the bathroom. She now had on a small linen like robe that just barely covered that sweet ass of hers. “Sit over there and let me use this area to put on my. Jerome reached across my seat to recline it, but I ended up pulling the lever myself. The seat fell back as far as it would go. To give him more room, I grabbed the bar in front and slid the seat back as he climbed over me. I was undoing his belt and zipper when I felt the fabric ripping on my panty hose. He pulled it aside, exposing my sex, though it wasn't like he could see anything.His fingers felt so good playing in my wetness and his shaft was warm and rock hard in my hand after I pulled.