"I have always wanted to be sucked off by a woman while she masturbates!"She groaned, the vibrations stimulating me even more, as she opened her tight...jeans and worked her hand inside. I saw the bulge of her fingers moving between her legs and watched her hips beginning to buck on the chair.I reached down and pulled her head back. I looked down into her face. She was deeply flushed, and her eyes were closed. Her hand was still moving inside her jeans. Her soft, luscious lips were parted and her. Well, we've been deceiving you and... I... well, we want to set things straight. I didn't accidentally sit on a cigarette and burn a hole in my butt. A man did it to me intentionally when I refused to let him stick his prick in my ass."Shock struck Sylvia but only for a moment. "I'm so sorry, Laura. That must have been a traumatic time for you. But I have something I need to tell you too." Wait, there's nothing you could say that would rival what I'm about to tell you. The man that did that to. I only hear from him on my birthday and Christmas. I know he comes from a wealthy family and that he left my mom for some model and moved to Los Angeles where he works as a movie producer. At least he still supports us. He gives us enough money for my mom not to work and for me to go to a private school. He would always fill my head with ideas of working with him after college and being famous, but I stopped buying his garbage a while ago. I have begun to see how my mom has dedicated her life. I was brought up to be a fine, wholesome young lady. Now, married, I'm supposed to be a slut. Like Roseanne Jameson in eighth grade. She was a slut. I think she had every seventh and eighth grade boy's dick in her mouth, maybe with the exception of, oh, what was his name, he was such a... , well who cares.So, hubby wants a slut and I've tried. Even went out to dinner with friends once and he talked me into leaving my panties home. The whole evening, I sat there thinking of nothing else but my.