Even when I was with George, the fabulous literary agent, he had to fly to California to work with an author on our Valentine’s Day.Typical. It was ...robably to see Phyllis.So here I was, a few days after a traumatically unhappy New Year’s, wiping ice off my back and wishing away the next few months. Stores and restaurants glued faded red and pink hearts on their walls. Valentine’s Day had already soaked the city with forced romance and sad desperation.Something needed to change. I couldn’t go. "I gulped. A predatory smile grew on Mr. Peters' face. We both knew that Iwas busted.I must confess that a few weeks ago I ran across an online ad from asubmissive sissy who said that he was looking for "a few men to serviceon a regular basis." He said that he felt the need to get on his kneesand suck cock from time to time, and he just needed to meet a man whowould help him with his urges. I was rock hard thinking about having ahot wet mouth to satisfy me whenever I got an urge, so I responded. We had things well in hand and there should be no delays with the extraction.Knowing the type of person he was we knew that Sun would soon be on his way to the office to keep tabs on the problems and make certain that the operation went smoothly. I kept tabs on him while I contacted Blake and let him know that he should soon be on his way.Shortly after Sun left his home he called to see what the status was with the problem. I was standing by and intercepted the call before it got to Pusan. The footsteps came again walking round to the side of her and she felt a hand squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple. She was surprised to feel her pussy start to feel the familiar tingle as her nipple hardened from the attention of the unknown hand. There was movement on the bed, first at the side of her, then below. Fingers held her pussy lips open and she felt a tongue start lapping at her. Screaming she tried desperately to move, her legs, arms, feet. But she was bound in a position.