Increasingly Iwas also keeping my work clothes on in the evening, touching up my make upwhen I got home and maybe changing my stockings for a differen... shade.Strangely on the odd occasion I did change into jeans or something elsecasual I found my flat shoes quite uncomfortable and had been forced to buya pair of high heeled knee length boots to wear under my jeans.We were now twelve weeks in and although everything had gone to plan fromJohn's view point all that had changed was that he had. She pulled the cock back but kept fucking my face. Now that I could breathe, I started to get in the rhythm and began to move my head to meet the cock, taking it deep, but not enough to gag. She moved her hand from the back of my head to caress my cheek and said softly, "Good boy. Suck that cock."I am not sure how long she fucked my face, but I sort of slipped into the surreal vision of a blue rubber cock being shoved down my throat while watching Cindy's breasts bounce slightly as she thrust. Now I was the one looking down, not daring to look at “mother” eye-to-eye.“It actually wasn’t a drink but a milkshake,” I began, only to be interrupted by the child.“Milkshake? Can I have a milkshake too, Mommy?” she excitedly asked, sounding exactly the way a six-year-old should sound.“Mother” laughed. “Of course honey, what do you want?”“Whatever he’s having,” she answered, pointing to me.“And you, Mr... ? I’m sorry, I haven’t even asked your name yet.”Despite myself I looked up and into. Then I will put the finger into my mouth sucking on it and tasting my own cum. Occasionally this has led to me laying on my back to insure I can blast my load into my own face, or positioning myself almost upside down with my dick inches above my mouth for a self-facial…feeling each powerful spurt blasting against my skin, tasting my cum and feeling semen running down my chin onto my neck. So far, I have only had the pleasure of tasting my own cum…and I love it. As a cum lover, I am quite.