She sucked and swallowed, until she choked a little, and pulled her mouth off. I gripped her hair and finished pumping cum in her open mouth. She just...knelt there staring up at me, with the same passion in her eyes that I was feeling. She used me to pull herself up, and went to wipe a dribble of cum off her chin. I grabbed her wrist stopping her. For a moment she had fire in her eyes, which quickly faded. I let go of her wrist, and she went to wipe my spunk from her chin, she stopped herself,. As a result, Paul popped up once again to question the point of beingSuzanne, who up till then had been my happy place, but was it justhiding? Was I just burying my head in the metaphoric sand or sweeping anawkward childhood under the rug as it were? Was I just hiding in Suzanneto try and make Paul's problems disappear or was Paul hiding >fromSuzanne?Then it hit me. As Paul, I was often mistaken for a girl. Perhaps it was my slight build,my soft features, long hair. I didn't know, but one thing. I arched my back again “Oh shit!” I almost silently moaned. I rammed the vibrator in and out of my soaking wet cunt.I press the button on top to adjust the speed to where I want it. I pressed it to the maximum speed. I started to pound my pussy again and every time the vibrator would be buried deep inside of me the little blue butterfly at the bottom vibrated my clit. It felt so good I didn’t’t want it to end. I started to thrust the rubber dick deeper inside my pussy and I bucked my ass to. Nothing to suggest that he was in the mood to breed his bitch today. Not for a while anyway.When I first got the idea that he may be interested it was a little sniffing of me then, when I got on my hands and knees to look under the one table; he mounted me and stabbed away. I did get away and he let me. I gave him some attention, some rubbing and petting and he started again. This time growling and nipping a little; I decided that I would give in. His advances continued as I went and got some.