She goes through this routine often, I believe she hopes I'm watching. her legs are spread wide, one hand plays with her clit, the other sends 2 finge...s into her hot wet pussy. Today she'll get a surprise. Her eyes are closed and she's working herself over good. I get on my knees between her legs and my tongue joins her fingers. The first touch of my tongue brings her to a sitting position. You naughty neighbor, couldn't wait for me to finish and come to your place. Ummm, don't stop, EAT ME,. .. well, you just aren't much of a man are you?" No, Mistress." It was at once utterly humiliating and immenselyexciting. "I know I can't please you like a real man." My cock wasjutting, poking against my panties. It was around five inches, hard.While I knew in my mind that my cock (and my lips and tongue) hadpleased Cathy quite well and quite frequently, hearing her words andbeing required to confirm them hurt and frightened me."And you want me to be able to cum and enjoy sex, don't you?". Six months into the job and talks about my marriage started in my house. I have a young sister, (to whom I was very close I may write about that some other time) and I always dodged the talks by insisting that she should get married first. Well, no one really listened to me, and actually, I’m glad that the did not. And in the December 2002, the hunt for the perfect bride began.As I mentioned above I come from a small town and from a conservative family so naturally there were a lot of. ”“That’s not what I mean. Yeesh. From yesterday.”“Oh. Well, I’m a changeable woman. In some respects.”They laughed and Laura asked, “Do you think I’ve stereotyped you?”“Probably. Everyone does. I usually ignore it though. Besides, I stereotyped the hell out of you yesterday and haven’t found any reason to change my mind.”“And what stereotypes do you have about me as a blonde?”“I haven’t decided yet. You see, I don’t know if you’re a bottle blonde or not.”Laura groaned and they laughed. “So how.