"Cindy said if you stick your tongue out like that at school don't besurprised if one of the boys pulls out his cock and sticks it in yourmouth like u... girl's enjoy."My mouth drops open hearing her response. "Yea I just told him and hemust want one in his mouth. Because his mouth dropped wide open.Hehehe." Okay I'll let you go, talk later, by Cindy hehehe." I hear the two ofthem hang up the phone as I look back at the cartoons. "Cindy is a riot,but she is my best friend so you have to go with. I was excited, nervous and scared all at the same time. My desires for him grew, the more I thought about it, the more my body took over. I’ve spent more and more time with him at his house the past couple of months. I was learning everything I could to please him.I was lost in thought kneeling at his side. A woman walked into the room and stated that dinner was served. He stood up, reached for my hand and walked us into the dining area. He sat next to me.As we sat there and ate, he asked if I. She was a tad uneasy with John but after consuming more than a bottle of wine, her demeanour was changing, as she became more dominant around John, suddenly realising him as sexually immature, and John of course wanting to discipline her, for even suggesting his inferiority.Hubby had noticed this sexual tension between them and steered the conversation into less sexual and more factual, as both were intelligent and aggressive. On asking both a question, hubby got different answers from two. He asked me to find movies that I enjoyed and share them with him. It was his way of “getting to know me” and I enjoyed the game. I also enjoyed the movies I found, but was drawn more to the stories. I am especially turned on by the ones that are (or FEEL) real.It made me want to share some of my experiences.I was a victim of abuse growing up, but like many I ended up falling in love with my abuser (my father) and my sex life is driven by the way he “trained” me. He made me his little whore and.