I'm very submissive sexually and he was dominant. Our first time left me panting and feeling totally used - just the way I had hoped he would. I was h...ping he'd become a regular, but when I got that photo a week later, I was filled with anger as much as regret. He must have taken a picture during our encounter that I was unaware of, and now he was using it to let me know he was on his way. Again. It became a weekly event.As much as I hated Frank ignoring my protests in using that photo, I hated. .. his hands yanking my skirt and stockings off... !Think... last night... think!It was my birthday... my girlfriend, Jenny, making fun of my boring life... loud music... and dancing with so many guys... !I quickly rolled over in the bed and squinted just a brief second to confirm... my room, thank god!When was the last time I got so drunk? Sixteen... no fifteen when my sister, her friend and I drank for the first time. Did it really feel this bad back then?I'm alone - ironic that I actually am. I went up to him andasked him a few mundane questions which he answered.Right in the middle of one of his answers I told himpoint blank, “I want to fuck you.” You should have seen the look on his face. He didn’tknow what to say. I continued on, “Let’s got to your office.”Surprisingly, he agreed. It was just upstairs and itwas about 5:10 so all of the secretaries were gone.We stepped into his office and he shut the door behindhim. I pounced on him and he. He then began to fuck his tongue into my ass. I loved it and said his name over and over again as he was doing it. He then worked his way lower and began gently kissing, then flicking his tongue at my pussy, before making long licking strokes with his tongue, lapping at my juices. Occasionally his tongue would move higher and lick along my ass. Moaning and writhing under his oral loving I could do nothing other than enjoy the sweet sensations he was causing. Peter was not in any hurry and spent.