WithBoth hands she moved them from my shoulders down to my butt. When she reached my cheeks she cupped them in her hands and then pulled me up against...her. I could feel the head of my cock push against her panties. Her panties were really wet by then so as I pushed I could feel the head sinking in a bit. It was like something was grabbing just the head. I know a man is supposed to last longer for a women but this was new to me. I could not hold it any more. As my hips began to buck frantically. One wall of the armory displayed her honorable discharge from the US Army along with a citation awarding her the Army Commendation Medal for heroism, a Purple Heart for wounds received in combat, and an Iraq Campaign Medal. Ex-army and combat tested, she was the real deal.The brand new garments still carried tags from LL Bean. I let out a long whistle when I did a tally in my head. The camouflage Gore-Tex hunting jacket and matching tactical cargo pants carried a hefty price north of eight. It was a tasty treat). I started small, learning how to lick and tease and kiss the shaft and balls. Then we would move to bigger dildos and she would teach me how to control my gag reflexes. I was deepthroating like a champ in no time - like I said, this all came very naturally to me, sissy faggot that I am. If I was a good sissy, my mistress would lube up her hand and jerk me off until I came on one of the dildos, then let me lick it all off and begin a blowjob session with the fresh taste of. I would pretend to be confused, “R-e-a-l-l-y?,” questioning her teaching methods as I tried to wipe my erection on her. “Yes, really. Here, I’ll help you.” She pointed for me to get up on the ladder. As I climbed she groped me good while explaining what she wanted in perfectly calm tones, very serious, but causing me to stay aroused. “I’m having trouble keeping focused,” I said, “ ... and my erection is in the way,” being silly with a lilt in my voice. “Never mind. I have a place for that thing.