After I'd showered, I walked out bare-foot into Mr Lewis's living room, still troweling my hair dry. "The locksmith may be a few hours, Tracey. You're...welcome to wait here." He said to me I thanked him kindly, and he smiled, pouring me a glass of ice tea. As I sat on Mr Lewis's couch, watching show strange television show, I couldn't help but notice his frequent glances towards me. I asked him why he was looking at me and he responded with, "Well now Tracey, you must know how strikingly. You allowed another long kiss; you were flushed and breathing rapidly with this turn of events. You looked at me again-you could see my eyes but I couldn’t see my expression and you could also see me rubbing my cock under my trousers.You couldn’t believe this scene that was unfolding, and you couldn’t believe that I wasn’t saying anything. We had talked about this and you knew I liked to see you used but it had never been like this before. Did I want this stranger to fuck you in front of me as. I licked for a while and later engulfed his dick between my red lips. Minutes later, he filled my mouth with his warm semen.I got up smiling, still watching at that hard rod.I wanted to ride that monster dick right now. I pulled up my skirt and moved aside my tiny black thong. But then my Boss got on his feet and told me he was also stressed and needed some rest.He was sorry and he added that another day he would fuck me and would set my cunt on fire…I put on my clothes again, washed my mouth. I feel rested for some strange reason.Perhaps it is melancholy.Perhaps it is nerves.I do know the darkness is there. I can see it. I can feel it. But it does not scare me. I may not be out of the woods but I have a bright torch and a spare (backup!) at the ready.I always do the backup thing. In all facets of my life. You name it and I have a backup or spare in place.I may have also forgotten to mention that along with my therapist, I did tell my sister all about my revalations. I even told her.