”“So, sometimes when I’m sucking your cock, you feel like a sex toy? What do you mean by that?”“Well, when you are extremely horny and just ...ooking to fuck and suck, you make me feel like I am there only for your pleasure. That can be quite a turn on. It's the same when you spread your legs and I go down on you and you grab my hair and pull me in as tight as you can. There's something powerful about a woman knowing what she wants and going after it. I kind of like to submit in those situations.. She was a writer for a regional culture magazine and blogger. She spent three days hanging out with Faith at the gallery and wrote a highly complimentary article about Faith, her art and her eclectic little gallery and brewpub.Suddenly, customers were coming out of everywhere, and Live Oaks was swamped with fans, artists and patrons. There was no way that Faith could keep up with the demand and service her fans and customers in the cramped little old Victorian home that had served her and Larry. “Okay, why not?”On the drive there his hand wondered to my thigh, he grinned saying, “Just checking,” as his finger traced my suspender.I pushed his hand away in a weak voice, saying, “Sorry but last night was a mistake, it should never have happened.”He just laughed aloud, “Wendy, if you really thought that. You wouldn’t have had breakfast with me, you wouldn’t have gotten in the car with me, and you certainly wouldn’t have dressed that way this morning.”He was right, who was I fooling. I. I started to sniff and breathe her in. The gentle thrusting became a bit quicker as my face got closer to her knickers. I lapped my face against her thighs and let out a couple of gentle moans. My own fanny had been on the throb for about 20 minutes. I wanted her to throw me over the table, rip my bloomers down and ram one of those rubber cock-a-doodle-doo's right up my shitter.She gently pushed herself towards me then slowly gyrated her knicker covered cunty over my face. She thrusted very.