My cue came as expected, just as Deniece let go another whip of the lash. "Do it bitch, do it!" said Deniece. "Shove your cock in her mouth now, make ...his sissy feel the blood that pulsates inside your filthy veins!" It was the moment I had waited for so long, the moment when I would finally feel the soft warm wetness of Cinnamon's lovely painted lips around the firmness of my shaft.I had wanted this; I had wanted to fuck face this submissive for so long. And now, as Deniece wielded her ever. From that day on I was hooked. I would wear her lacy silky underwear, shoes and lipstick all the time she was at work, and jerk off several times. And I never had a learning curve walking in heels; I was a natural, and never stumbled or had my ankles turn in. Thing is, the minute I'd shoot my load, I'd be disgusted with myself, and make excuses why I had done what I had done.During high school I never had a girlfriend. I was extremely shy around girls, none of whom ever really showed an. When I awakened he was already gone. But not just him, also my belt. I was a bit angry that he hadn't stayed but I also had to relieve my bladder so I went to the bathroom. As I let the pee flow out of me, seated on the toilet bowl, I suddenly felt something stretching my rear.I realized what was happening. I couldn't see it but his cock must have had just come out of my butthole. As I felt it go in and out I grabbed for the head and tried to hold it but it was too slippery so I took a few. She wore the same ear rings. Her long black hair was in a pony tail, like it was then.That evening, three years ago, she had not intended to be picked up. She had gone to a club on Wisconsin Avenue in Washington, DC with a girl friend wanting only to have a few drinks, and maybe meet someone. She met Ken. He was several inches taller than her, charming, and good looking. Because he was well dressed, when he told her he had a position with a prominent law firm she believed him. He was a good.