She offered to make me some coffee, I politely refused and bidding goodbye went back to my place. It was almost 1:30 and I could feel the pangs of h...nger. I decided to get up and make myself a sandwich. I was checking the refrigerator when the bell rang. I walked up to open the door when I saw my neighbor. She had a plate in her hand, she told me she had got me some lunch. I thanked her saying there was no need for it. She just smiled and told me she was just being a good neighbor. Asha. I stopped my car even though she didn’t gesture me to stop. I pulled down my car window and asked her where she was going. She was reluctant to answer my question. I told her where I was going and she replied me back.Her destination wasn’t on my route to home but I could drop her in between and later she could catch an auto or bus from there. I suggested this to her. She wasn’t interested initially as she kept looking for another auto or bus. Eventually, she agreed to come as the rain pouring. " So?"She moved over, turned and looked at me with anger on her face. "Don't you get it? I can't get turned on, and I shudder at a man's touch. I'm a cold bitch and I don't want to be. I want to be able to feel things, like Linda and Nancy and those 'escorts' of my brother's" she spat. "I want to be a 'normal' woman with normal feelings and I can't!" As she said this last she turned away and started crying.Since it was obvious that my trying to hold her wouldn't help at this point, I moved off. I tied his hands behind his back; I knew he would struggle if I forced him to take that big cock of mine from behind. "Look at how hard you are! Suck my cock", I instructed, looking down on him and that big bulge in his boxers. I knew he hated hearing the word "cock" rather than "strap-on ". It made it feel like a real one. It made him feel gay.I guided his head towards it and told him to "suck it properly". He wasn't bad, but I could tell he had never done that before and needed to learn to.