His name was Bobby. I met him in a hardware store where I was buying lamp oil for the soft lamps I liked to light in my Temple along with the candles....I always made it a point to frequent stores and shops that catered to the interests of men. Not only did I meet lots of them that way, but I was often the only woman in the joint, which could only work to my advantage. My exquisitely sculpted form was always on display in well chosen, tasteful, and subtly seductive apparel, the better to draw the. Beads of sweat running down my body. My skin was almost as wet as my pussy. I was too desperate to go slow. I took him in my mouth and worked his thick nine inches in. I felt his cockhead stretching my throat as it sunk deeper. I felt one hand go to the top of my head grabbing my ponytail.He started controlling the pace. I love being controlled and used so this just made me suck harder. Unfortunately, he must have been as young as he appeared. Too soon he gripped the ponytail so hard and pulled. .you need this! So you’re gonna be fucked whether you like it or not!”I was feeling fear and excitement at the same time. “Please do not do this, sir. I beg you. I will suck you off...cum in my mouth. Please don’t fuck me!”“Shut the fuck up, bitch! You better take it, or the pictures...”I did not say a word again. Then I felt his cock trying to get inside of me. But my legs were tied up, so he untied my legs. He was holding my legs up by my ankles, and he was trying to push his cock in me. But. Vodka, I thought to myself, that figures. What else would a Russian drink.My hand was laying on the table. He put his hand on top of mine and started pointing and jestering with his other hand."Why such beauty like you, work in dumped like this?"As first I thought he was joking but I could see the seriousness in his eyes."Why are you here then if it's such a dump" I answered, his question didn't set well with me. I didn't think it was such a dump.His head tilted back and he roared out a laugh.