The man as the provider evolved to find a sense of self-worth in how well he can satiate his woman’s appetite. And in today’s over-culinarized cul...ure, men tend to think that if they aren’t the best chef their woman has ever had, then she’s deeply dissatisfied with their relationship and longs to leave. She must be going to bed every night missing those days with that man who could cook dirty for her, the man who could make her put almost anything in her mouth.Let’s go ahead and finish painting. Still, I was getting pounded like a bitch, in the complete dark. The sound of the part in full swing above the loud music masked the slapping of his groin belly against my bubble butt. His balls slamming violent against my trapped balls. As I lay naked tied up looking at the tall black silhouette hold my legs and fuck me as his slut, he pulled out of my gapping asshole and plugged my mouth with his hard cock and fired several ropes of cum down my throat, feeding me so much I gagged and coughed. That was soon broken up by the calling of my name, it was Tommy, actually wearing clothes. Chelsea, I cant sleep he said Awe, its ok sweetie come sit with me! I said So, why cant you sleep, Did you have a nightmare, or is it about what happened earlier? I asked. Its about what happened earlier he said in an ashamed tone Do you want to talk about it? I asked Yeah He said I Have some questions He said Go ahead I replied. Why does it feel so good when i touch my pee-pee? he said. That question. As she tried to figure out exactly what to do next, she found herself being gently pushed toward a soft chair at the corner of the room. Turning her head to see who was doing this, Marti found herself looking into the eyes of a very attractive woman, about her own age. The woman whispered, ‘Over here, that’s right. Just sit down.’ Then she handed her a wet washcloth. After Marti was seated, the woman gave her a glass of water. ‘My name is Janice. I am the manager here. It’s going to be ok.’.