He actually looked kind at that moment, saying: “Just start fucking man, you’ll take it.” So I lifted up from him, the feel of withdrawal almost...as alarming as his entry. My insides felt they were being sucked with him. I stopped well before the point of entry, as I wasn’t ready to be opened again. Once again I eased down on him, this time feeling some pleasure as his cock came inside me. But still no farther that I could feel. Once again I moved on him, and again, and again. But now I was. Those rare stolen moments when the secret collection could be opened and tried on. Worn for an audience of one, mirrors adjusted so that side and back views could be achieved, so that the curves of calves, thighs and buns from 5" heels and sheer nylons could be appreciated. Daring purchases of must have items from stores, long hours of internet shopping for more special items, shipped to a Post Office box for just that purpose. In time the items took on more of a fetish bent, more leather,. Among the many though, the situation was different with one guy in particular. The talk was just much more "real" and heavy with him. I continue to say "him" because he was/is married too and I respect that. I should have respected it then too but as I said, I was in a bad place. I had told him that I had cheated before and he told me that his wife was pregnant so sex was scarce. While there were quite a few guys who I had many very inappropriate conversations with, with him it was clear that. Hesitantly I move my my mouth closer and open up. The smells and taste are overwhelming, no more flavored condoms. Your game is starting, first quarter. Bobbing my head unaware of whats happening in the game you relax your hand on my head to help with pace. Unexpectedly you yank my leash pulling my mouth off your penis. I look at you longing to have you back in my mouth "get me another beer." I happily get you another beer but on my way back you are digging in our bag and pull out a butt plug..