It was still incredibly early, only burning away 30 minutes on the blowjob. But I felt satisfied now. And with the smell of his cum on my lovely tits,...I went swiftly to sleep, smiling as the fresh memory replayed in my head. ******************************************************************************************************** I stuck my body out the door, feeling the warm wind brush against my skin, the dying scent of Jace being rushed into my nose. I waved frantically at my parents as they. Of course he wanted her instead. I even offered to suck his dick. Oh my god, I’m such a worthless slut, of course he’d never want me. I hate myself, I hate my life, I just wanted to die, sink into the toilet and drown like an ant.“Bailey?”Oh God, what now?“Bailey?” It was Melissa, she was in my History class with Mr. Wainwright.I held in my sobbing long enough to reply, “Yeah?”“Are you okay?”“I’m fine, go away.”“Can, can I get you something?”“No, I’m in the bathroom.”“Sorry, it’s just ... Mr.. My mom put her up to it, told her I needed a woman with some experience, someone who cared for me, would do it right. How about that? Never told you about that have I?" No, but, well, even now, she's quite pretty, this would be quite a few years ago, she must have been really nice." Oh, she was and she knew just how to handle it. I'm really glad it was an older woman who had experience and went slowly and knew what she was doing. And someone who really loved me. I really think that it helped me. It’s the way you feel when you know, really know, that you are the best at something. It is raw power.So when you see a picture of me, with my throbbing massive cock on display, know it isn’t my erection that has you mystified, but the entirety of my body, firmly postured with my chin up and a look of utter conquering on my face. It isn’t cocky, it isn’t overconfident. It doesn’t preclude me from a sense humour nor does it define who I am outside of the bedroom. It is merely the reflection of.