Soon, she was taking me into her mouth, and managing to get about halfway in, but it was blocked from her throat by her tongue. Stick your tongue out ... whispered. She did, but as I pushed into her mouth, she pulled her tongue back in. Keep your tongue out I coached her. Finally, Sandy managed to keep her tongue out, allowing my cock to slide into her throat. When she pulled out to catch her breath, she got a huge grin on her face, and said Thanks, Coach, I never thought Id ever be able to do. She thought that I was Tony. I, for practical purposes, could have been screwing an anonymous prostitute. The same thing with Cindy – to her I was Lyle and to me she was just another female body. Well, to be honest, she was more than that, but you know what I mean. ‘Jeff believed that he was fucking Millie, not you, and you, as I thought might happen, got in over your head in helping your client overcome his problem. It was just a physical event, with no mental intimacy between you. I would be. ‘I want you to cum inside me.I want to feel your juice spurting into me.’ So saying, she started to urge me to move faster, pulling herself onto me with her arms, lifting her pussy to meet my thrusts. I hardly needed the encouragement, I now wanted to cum too. I thrust harder and faster within her, building up the pace until I was slamming into her, my balls slapping against her. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘I want you now.’ The dam burst and I heard myself cry out as I surrendered myself to my orgasm.. To him, I was something to be destroyed as painfully as he could. There was no Ana Matthews there, just something to kill, to punish just because it was alive."He gripped my throat tighter and again I went out. Nothing I could do seemed to make any difference."I finally came back again and he'd put me on the ground on my back. He was between my legs with his left hand still on my throat. His right hand was at his crotch, pumping away."I kicked as hard as I still could and buried my fingernails.