I know what I am and what I have wanted since I was a boy.I like being used by a man. Or men. I like the idea of kneeling down in front of a man and h...ving my mouth used as a makeshift cunt for his pleasure. “Used” is the operative word. I want a man to take advantage of me and degrade me and abuse me, simply for his amusement.When I was a boy, someone explained to me what a blowjob was. While I was quite enthralled at that age by the sight of a man’s cock, the idea of putting it in my mouth. She was sobbing, and shaking nearly as bad as I was. “Now”, I spoke again, hoping the forcefulness of my voice would snap her out of self-pity.It seemed to work, because her hands lowered to the waistband, as her thumbs slipped inside. With effort, she bent at the waist to lower them, pushing them down her athletic legs. With her like that, bent over directly in front of me, I could see her tits jiggling from the gravity. Again I imagined getting her implants that would make them large. At about 2 pm, Marie was sitting quietly in the kitchen, having just finished her lunch and thinking about what had happened in this very room the night before.The memory of Brad’s cock in her mouth made her feel horny again and she started to daydream about what it would be like to have his cock fuck her cunt.That’s when she heard a noise outside and then suddenly someone tried to open the kitchen door from the outside.Marie knew that there should not be anyone there, so she immediately knew. She'd been born to unaffected privilege. "Doll, you worry too much." Kay." As he folded The Wall Street Journal.But, she'd walked away. The stores patiently waiting her arrival, their checkbook in her Rodeo Drive handbag.---------It happened twixt Season 3 and Season 4."Buddy-boy, what's the matter?"Mister Ed queried his owner as Wilbur Post entered their shared space of stable and office.Ed had heard the sirens and seen the ambulance arrive, then watched yet another extra long vehicle depart.