.the erg to touch my dick and wishing a woman was next to me hammering my head as a slave would do everything and I watch you suck your master but to ...y disappear I see none sucking my cock...so long since I have had someone suck my dry cock!..so I have to touch it with my own hands and play with it myself.....I grab my phone and think to picture of me stroking my cock and playing with my head and email it to you......but a strike of lighting hit me.......why not send a tribute to you of me. He moved close to me, leaned in and kissed me, his tongue moving around in my mouth like a cock. He felt more forceful than the other men I had met and I found the feelings of submissiveness, a huge turn-on.He reached down and unzipped his pants, and his cock just popped out. He gently but firmly pushed my head towards his lap. This was moving quite fast but still I moved off the couch and knelt on the floor between his legs, my face close to his big thick member. I held his shaft and took. There was no way I would normally go to a stranger’s hotel room. But there was something about him that made me feel safe, yet insecure at the same time. I told him I’d consider it, and I dashed off. I had to get my composure back before making a fool of myself.The restaurant was closing and he made another attempt to get me to his room. I asked him, meekly, if I would be safe. He looked at me and grinned. “I guess you will just have to trust me”. I gulped. I could not resist. I asked. See, I've thought about why I look like I look. I'm weird, Jenny, I think about things like that. If I think I look pretty good, well, then I have to figure out why. What's dangerous is that there's only one thing I can think of to tell you. I might hurt your feelings, make you hate me again - forever this time. And what's worse, I could be wrong, 'cause it's only my personal opinion." You mean you want to tell me what you think of me, right?" Well, not quite as bad as that. I have some.