But then Greg’s cock was in her face and nothing else mattered. Julie’s lips slid down his shaft, feeling his thick vein on her tongue. Then she f...lt the familiar swelling and spasming of his cock. A moment later, her mouth was filling with his cum and she was sucking and swallowing him, moaning as she did. Oh, it was a moment she never seemed to grow weary of! The feel and taste of him, coupled with Greg’s throaty groan as he unloaded… Julie could do this over and over and over again. This was. To the outside world, sometimes I just lock up for somewhere between a few moments to a few days. That makes it a little hard to work, and even harder to have any close friends. But inside, I am not “locked up,” I am someone else. Actually, I am not always someone else. When I am Kelly, I am someone else. When Wayne drops by, I am me – unless I am Kelly – but then all I can see is Wayne. I don’t know for sure if Wayne is his name because he has never said it, but that is what I call him. . ."I'm your Domme,you're my lover,together,we'll discover,every pleasure,every pain,and you will feel no shame.I'm your hell,I'm your dream,innocent and so obscene.You'll beg to serve in every single way."The following morning I walked into the gallery to find Dee ensconced behind the counter sucking on a cock. Only Dee would chose a mini dildo as a pencil ornament and deem it an appropriate way to provoke a response intended to both raise my spirits and interrogate me for the cause of my. She was constantly asking me for my details and expectations from her. I got the feeling that she wanted something more but I never wanted to rush it. So I played slow and started inquiring about her. All this while we were chatting on Tinder. She shared her number and we fast-forwarded our chats on WhatsApp. We decided to just take it as a casual dating which benefited both of us.Slowly, the frequency of our chats increased and they converted to sex chats. She was more open than me and hence I.