She turned her head and slapped my hard cock against her mouth, against her nose, chin, eyes and ear. I could tell I wouldn’t last much longer. I ...as loving this. She laid her head back flat against my stomach and continued slapping my shaft and head onto her face. I held her hair tight in one hand and her neck with the other. I grabbed her half in ecstasy and half from fear that she would try to move away. I considered warning her that I was about to cum so she would have the option of. Were we an item?Did I want Paige and me to be an item?I believed I did.But she was right. We, or at least I, would be eating enough crap fromour co-workers that day anyway. Why make it worse?On a typical day, I rode commuter rail to work and walked five blocks.I would have been hospitalized had I done that my first day in heels. SoI accepted Paige's kind offer to drop me off in front of our building,once she was sure that no Nosy Parkers were watching,I alit from the car with knees together. Softly I whisper ?You have a cold look in Your eyes Master, and I ....You are glaring at me, Sir.? I lower my eyes and shake my head at the unacceptability of my reply, not knowing what to say. You grab me roughly by the arms and pull me to my feet, staring into my face. ?You dare tell Me how I look at what I am feeling slave? ? You hiss. ?I didn’t mean to imply.....? . ?Shut up slut, If I want to hear your voice I will tell you to speak is that clear?’? I nod my understanding.. I heard she got teased a lot for being "less of awoman" because of it. I always found that odd, but being a guy I guess Idon't know about how the whole stinger thing works for women. Even thefew times I've been a girl it's not like I could do it to someone else.To be honest, I only approached her late junior high because of her lackof stinger. Made her easy to practice talking to girls without any real,well, threat. Most guys tried as well, but she hid from them a lot. Iguess being the quiet.