We were now deep in sprawling farmers fields and small villages and another hour of windy slow roads and we would be there, and it was about this time... I felt a little hungry and opening the glove box, a whole heap of more crap fell out until close to the back of the compartment I found a small bag of purple sweets.There was only two in the bag, so I pulled one out and popped it in my mouth figuring I would chew on this one for a while and then have the other in a few minutes.But I soon. Still, it was until prep. school that I accepted a boy in my life. I didn't even noticed back then why was him from any other, but it was because he was really feminine, had really gentle and soft factions and a very slim body... But he was a jerk in the bottom. I'm not going to get in details, but he made me feel really bad about myself in plenty of ways. We broke up in a month, but I had the scars for years. By my twenties, my life was awful. I was a shut down, spending my whole days. My mouth began to water as I imagined going down on the tasty length of man. My hands slid up and down the base, twisting at the rim of the head. Quiet whimpers filled the otherwise silent room as I leaned in, pressing my lips against the slick tip. My eyes stayed shut tight as my lips spread around the girth. With an intense sucking action my mouth begged for semen from the fake cock. The soft tissue of my tongue pressed urgently against the veiny underside of the toy. Goosebumps covered every. Horror filled me as my tender nipples responded to the attention and hardened against his palms. He chuckled as he felt them, moving to pinch them hard, eliciting another cry. “Only a whore would get excited at her Daddy’s touch,” he snarled, leering at me. Then he leaned over, taking one of the tight nubs into his mouth, sucking it eagerly. Tears streamed down my face steadily as, much to my embarrassment and horror, his mouth sent tingles of pleasure through me. He bit down on my nipple and a.