I've never had a real man. Well, except for this rich lady's man. And he's never going to be here for real. Only in my head. He'd cost more to rent fo... a day than I earn in a year.The hugger is trying some complicated movements now, dancing its digit up and down my labia in a futile attempt to fool me. As if anyone would think this was a man. The insistent computerised rhythm was getting to me though, just the same. As it was programmed to do.A real man, like my Frenchman except actually here,. She sucked, and used her tongue like an expert, licking and tasting. Working her tongue over the entire length of my shaft. Her hands payed close attention to my balls when she had my entire shaft in her mouth. All I could do was lay back and say “Oh my god, oh my god”. I had my hands on her head, holding on and pulling her down to get my cock deeper and deeper. I was amazed that she could so much in her mouth, how is that even possible? But I wasn’t complaining. It felt like it went on. The dress was also quite short just hugging her tight little butt. Her lips were very wet & creamy with her favorite hot pink lipstick. She gave both Brad & Doug long passionate on the lips kisses. She left her lip prints on both of them. Then she smiled & asked if they minded being printed by her. Both my husband & his Dad said they enjoyed her showing her affections so boldly. With that they both wiped their lips & we went to dinner. Brad had me drive and Doug sat in the back with my Mom.. I didn't sleep much at all that night and I was up early the next morning. I threw some clothes in my backpack, stole all of the money Phil had in his wallet, and got out of there while he was sleeping off his drunk." I've only known you for two days, but I've already developed a hell of a lot of respect for you. You should be proud of yourself." I guess in some ways I am proud of myself. I haven't begged and I haven't stolen anything other than from Phil and I figured he owed me that. I've.