I started wagging my tongue wildly."Shit, you are sucking at this. Lick me like you like your cock licked" it's never been" I managed out between gasp...."You're never been sucked?"I didn't even know that was something that normal people do. She assured me it was and left my face sticky while she kissed and licked her way down my body. I hate her so much for what she did after that. She started slupring and it felt amazing and I knew it was a sin. When my legs started to quiver she stopped and I. Her hand moved over my chest in a calming, circular motion.Slowly, my sense of panic began to subside. I was confused by the whole experience. I’d never - ever - had an anxiety attack before. Now I knew what they felt like, and I didn’t like it one bit. Loss of control was anathema to me.A few minutes later, my breathing almost back to normal, Kate and I finally talked.As we lay spooned together, I confessed that I was having serious trouble separating sex from sentiment. As my feelings had. Rossi walked in, holding a folder. He was quite tall, at least three inches taller than I am, even with my three-inch heels. He was also rather slender, and looked like a very sweet man, though not particularly handsome. What impressed me most was his air of quiet self-assurance.I'm used to men reacting to me either with uncertainty or too much aggression, so Dr. Rossi's manner was unusual. He dropped the folder on the desk, and walked over to shake my hand, saying quietly in a deep, resonant. For several minutes I sucked on his cock and played with his balls, occasionally running my tongue around them and taking them between my lips and sucking them.As I sucked Darren I kept looking across at Ian who by now had got his cock out and was stroking its length as he watched us. I beckoned for Ian to come over and as I continued to suck Darren, Ian eased my cock out over my shorts and wrapped his mouth around my length, expertly, he begun to suck my cock, his tongue darting over my piss.