"You love this cock don't you faggot?" he asked.My cock twitched as the word "faggot" rolled off his tongue. It was like a switch went on and the grav...ty of the situation hit home. Here I was, on my knees with a big cock pumping in and out of my face, thinking that I was just playing around with being bisexual. Thinking that I loved women and fucking pussy as much as playing around with men. But when he called me faggot, while his cock pumped my face, I realized my place. I realized how much I. .good," he smiled, his face so close to hers she could smell his stale breath. "I think we'll get on very well, you and I." His voice was oily now and slightly deeper, as Sandra felt his hand creeping slightly lower and resting on the top of her bum."What's up there?" she asked, leaning forward slightly as if looking up the dark staircase in the corner, making her skirt ride up her bottom."That's…erm, well, that's my flat. I live up there, you see," his breathing now a little ragged and. She was now on her knees in the seat hovering over me with one hand on my shoulder and the other my chest, she then moved on top of me and sat in my lap never breaking eye contact. She moved in for another kiss and this was more aggressive and erotic. With both of my hands now on her hips my dick was throbbing. Then I came to my senses. I couldn’t do this. I broke the kiss and she moved off me.“Sorry, we can’t be doing this”“Why not, you weren’t liking it?” she asked.“No it wasn’t that… this is. I don't think that I'd have been too keen to go if it had been cold and rainy.I dressed as my husband wanted, and to tell the truth, felt half naked and protested that I couldn't wear such an outfit. Rob was so enthusiastic though, that in the end I went as he desired. (The things that we do to please men.)The top that I had on is a little, thin, hugging, cotton one, that, because I wear no bra with it, shows off my small breasts and is almost obscene the way that my nipples bulge out. That,.