First, I said no I didn’t want to deal with all the hustle and bustle of New York, but then remembered my philosophy to always say “yes,” unless...there is a moral conflict or it’s impossible. It’s Life’s way of giving you an unexpected gift, even though you might not realize it at the time. “Come to New York and give the reading, it will be good for you,” he said more insistently. Finally, the desire to read my new poems and get away from my solitary life for awhile came over me and I said I. I noticed that the sissy was watching me just shaking his head. After the fourth try I looked at him in anger and said “just don’t stain there Help Me” I snapped. Once again without knowing what was coming I found myself on my back with him sitting on me again. “Mistress is waiting….and you are wasting time… and if you want my help you will ask me nicely… or you can leave.” “OK” I snapped back, “will you please help me get this thing on!” The sissy actually had the nerve to say “No, I. “My grandfather made all of the tools I would need to learn the ancient art, and I still practice with them every day. I just knew that one day I would meet you.”Now I felt a little strange. Not that I had some kind of psycho sitting on my dick who was obsessed with me, but more like an appreciation for someone who had obviously gone through a lot of trouble on my behalf. “So I take it that you liked me,” I stated while scooting forward a little on the bench and sitting up straight. We. After a few more hits on the popper bottle, I was working over half his cock in me, and this thing had to be 10 inches easy.Finally he had enough of my slow boating it and he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down hard on his cock. A tidal wave of pain shot through me ripping up from my asshole and up my back. It hurt so fucking bad, but just for a couple of minutes. As he kept pounding me the friction on my sphincter started to feel good and I began to get into it. I bounced up and down.