It did not bother me. I was tired enough to have slept on the pine floor.Early the next morning, I heard my thin door squeak open and sat up quickly r...aching for the pistol I had left under my cot. I ghostly figure approached in the dim morning light from the narrow dormer window. It seemed to float across the floor in a billow of white and black. My feeble brain finally figured out that it was a woman in a voluminous night dress, her long dark hair hanging loosely down her back with a few. You are gorgeous." "Thank you." So, was I right? Did you like sucking my cock?" "Yes, I did. I cannot explain it, but, I felt...right about it." "Yeah...well...the oldlady turned you into a fairy, and, I guess that is what you are. Ifyou like sucking cocks, you're probably as queer as a three dollarbill. You will probably never be a real guy. But, I got to tell you,Karen, there are guys, like me, who really get turned on by having sexwith a guy, when they are more like girls than they are. As this was happening I could hear the camera going off still. He must have left it on auto shoot.He forced his cock deep into my mouth, holding the back of my head firmly as he gyrated in and out of my mouth. Finally his body tensed and I knew what was coming next… He deposited large amounts of hot creamy cum into my mouth, telling me to swallow it all. I happily complied, but he still had more. He took the hard member out of my mouth and decided to deposit lots of his cum on my slutty face.. “Talked to my boss about it this morning.” “No.” “Right.” Jackie looked back at the game, butterflies in her stomach. Her heart beat a thousand times a minute. “What are you going to do to stop me?” “You’re serious.” She didn’t answer. Just leaned back into the couch, staring straight ahead at the game and not paying any attention to it. “Is... this a a definite thing?” “This morning it was.” She rolled the empty beer bottle in her hands. “Now I’m not so sure.” “What changed?” Jackie.