It wasn't physical pain, but rather some raw emotional pain that was coming from deep inside her. Her face was a mess of tears. She spoke after a few ...itching breaths."You aren't the first guy inside my ass," she said, through her tears.I almost stopped her. I didn't really want to hear about her past lovers, but I hesitated again. She closed her eyes and squeezed out more tears. Then her face scrunched up."But you're the first guy I've WANTED in there," she cried. She then collapsed on my. Feeling the weight and girth of his cock in my mouth. Straining a little to open wide enough to get more of him inside my mouth. Feeling it slide between my lips. I felt his hands on the back of my head, running his finger through my hair and guiding me on his cock. At that point he pulled me up and kissed me. His tongue darting into mouth. This action caught me off guard as I had never actually thought about kissing the guy. My thoughts had always simply been about sucking cock. Kissing a guy. The first incident in which I contrived to humiliate him socially was in the pub on a Sunday afternoon. He used to regularly drink with a circle of friends and their partners. After quizzing The Worm he admitted that one of the women there didn’t like him much. I ordered him to go to the pub with only enough money for one and half rounds. After everybody had purchased one round of drinks it was The Worm’s turn again… but he didn’t have enough! My instructions were that he would have to request. Now I am feeling a little more talkative; I don't want things to be weird when we go back to work. "Good call with the floor rinse, by the way," I say, wanting to address the elephant in the car. "Yeah, totally." He smirks, and laughs. He is distracted. Hmm... I try another tactic. "Thanks again, for the ride, Allen," I smile, "I really appreciate it." Oh and the fuck. That, too. "No, thank YOU, you know?" He steals a glance at me. "Why I'm not sure what you mean?" I bat my eyes, dramatically,.