Or getting knocked up."You told her, didn't you?" I looked up, confused. "About the kiss?" She seemed careful to say 'the' instead of your or my.I nod...ed. "I don't like to hide things from her."Robbie nodded, a strand of hair falling across her right eye. "She's got you trained."That made me angry. I wasn't whipped, I was in love. There's a difference, isn't there? "I'm not trained. I'm..." Hell, what was I?Robbie smiled. "You're considerate. Relax, I was just pulling your chain." Uh huh." I. In fact, it turned me on. I can't exactly pinpoint why. Perhaps it was my constant need for male validation or my chronic need for being the centre of attention. Or perhaps it was because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being used like a toy over and over again and being dominated. What led further credence to this theory was that I liked the fact that every guy in the group chat wanted me and was sure that they would be able to get with me with minimal effort. To them, I was easy, available, free, and. He grabbed my head with both hands and gave his orders "put it in your mouth bitch boy." I obeyed feeling the huge mushroom head push my jaw open. He was only 4 inches in but I was already gagging. "Come on boy, take it deep" he said as he shoved more in. With a mighty thrust he pushed the full length into my throat. I puked, he let go of me and jumped back, luckily I had hardly eaten a thing. I sat crying covered in puke "glad we got that out of the way" he said "Andrea be a dear and go get. " Despite himself, Robbie let out asnort of laughter at his mother's statement- he was so focussed on his owndream coming true that it had never occurred to him that his mother mighthave wanted a daughter. Any doubt Robbie had in his mother's sincerityevaporated when she sat down next to him in front of the hotel room'smirror and talked him through how to properly apply every item of make-upin his bag, and within a few minutes, Robbie had grasped the basics."Beautiful," Robbie's mother said as.