“Don’t stop!” I heard his voice whisper above me.I couldn’t believe it was true. I was sucking off the sexy straight guy of my dreams and he w...nted more! I was more than happy to indulge him.I dove back onto his tasty meat with a newly acquired level of passion. I stopped swallowing him only long enough to take his meaty balls into my sucking mouth. “That’s so f***in’ good!” he moaned as both of his hands pushed me all the way down the length of his tool.I handled it like a pro and continued. A relaxed, almost jovial female voice added "this is Dina West, andyou're listening to one hour of uninterrupted music on Toronto's homefor Classic Rock, Q107." The voice giggled, saying "sorry, I justalways wanted to do that." If you're quite finished?" Yeah," said the female voice, confining itself to a whisper."I noticed you've changed your name once again." Hey, be fair. I was always Dean West, to me. It was the hospital guyswho called me Jane Doe, and my parents who called me Diana Hill.. It was all fascinating, the way a fan's flickers and pops could be so expressive with exact meaning. In fact, Zithrusa could communicate with only the fan, without even learning the language! At least as far as society went. Women weren't meant to say much anyway, and Wong would deal with communicating with servants staff and slaves. It was interesting for Zithrusa to have the boot on the other foot, and have to learn John and Wong's subtle signals of desired behavior. She learned to simper, to. He lifted a hand to his neck and grinned sheepishly at me. “I think you may have left a mark.”“Intentionally.”He gave me a smoldering look and reached down to his black slacks, unbuttoning them and kicking off his shoes in one fluid motion. He let the slacks drop to the ground, stepping out of them.My body was on fire. The sensation danced over my skin from the tips of my fingers to my breasts to my legs. I wanted his hands on me, but he was just standing there, taking off the remainder of his.