"The guard gave a broad smile. "That must be it. I won't delay you any longer." With that he stepped back and Paul gladly made his way out of the alle.... He started the car and drove off before the guard changed his mind.The guard made a mental note of the license plate as Paul left. His superiors were not going to like this new complication. He sighed and re-entered the building.Paul had only gone a couple of blocks before he parked the car again. So near and yet so far. He had to get in that. With that, I watched her pull away. I went home. I changed the sheets; cleaned the chair and floor. I thought, “Wow, what a crazy night this was.”I called her later that afternoon to see how she was doing.She said, “I was sitting here in my easy chair. My right leg over the arm watching TV. Do you know for the first time in years. I don’t feel like masturbating. I’m actually very satisfied. Of course I think about you and I get turned on.” Then she said, “So, did you really have a. . Don't do that..." he complained."Don't do what?" I asked innocently, rubbing his cock with my foot, feeling it getting stiffer. "Come on. Tell me you'd be a fag and suck my big cock if I had one." You do have one," Mr. Davis cleared his throat."Nah!" I giggled. "All I got is a little girly cock. I mean a big, thick, hard manly cock. You'd suck it too, huh? Tell me..." I was singing playfully, " ... Tell me you're queer for my negra cock." Don't," he frowned at my foot as I massaged his. Get that cock hard for me.' Wincing in pain with each strike, Sissy looked up at the grinning bull as the cock started to get hard in her mouth. Gagging, Sissy went to work on the bull's cock, trying to remember what Mistress had said about relaxing her throat, but it was too much; tears streamed down Sissy's cheeks as she suffocated on the cock. Spit and slobber were starting to stream out of her mouth, but Sissy was enjoying this. Her little clitty was pressing hard against the cage his.