It was much longer and thicker than mine and my eyes were drawn to it. He chuckled, making his cock sway slightly, like a hypnotist's watch...and I wa... drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Even as my head protested the submission, I felt my legs moving towards him and his cock. Reaching the stall, he said, "They always crumble when they get a close look at a big juicy black cock." Although his words seemed absurd, as I stared at his cock, my mouth watered and I was in awe of his nine inches...it. He grabbed me by my hair and brought me in front of his crotch. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock. To my horror it began to get hard, and when it was fully extended it was eight inches long. He tried to force it into my mouth but I kept my lips and teeth clamped shut. He slapped me in the face and I opened my mouth. He grabbed my hair and forced me all the way down to his base. I gagged, and then puked all over. He slapped me again and said "Be a good little bitch and do as I. Mothers are always oohing and aahing overtheir daughter's clothes, reinforcing how looking pretty is essentialto their femininity. Jamie wasn't brought up that way. As far as heknows, one pair of pants or shirt is as good as another and the sameplain white underpants go with everything. Should I start to educatehim about how girls dress themselves or is that contrary to Dr.Mitchell's admonition about my influencing his choice? You know theanswer, so why even ask the question. So much for. That made me wonder what was up. “It was a spur of the moment decision; maybe it was a good one, maybe not. I just got caught up.” “Caught up in what?” I heard Chris say as he reached his hand below the water to pinch and roll my nipples in between his fingers. The familiar electricity started flowing again as I felt him biting at my neck. “I got caught up in you and those damn shots.” I said. “You just got me drunk to take advantage of me.” I teased. “And if that was my goal, I would say it.