I didn't know what to do. She laughed again.'oh, keep going, boy, don't stop now.' She grabbed my hair and pulled me farther. 'yes, boy! do you like t...is?' just then, the rubber dildo slapped me in the face. She was wearing a strapon! we hadn't talked about this! this wasn't part of the plan! we were getting to know each other; She was to inspect me; not this! 'kiss it, boy,' she said meanly, 'put it in your filthy mouth and kiss it.' i hesitated.Her hand pulled my hair hard; it hurt. 'here's. Remember? The one you said I shouldn’t be with? The one you said I could do better?” There was a brief pause. “Even though the sex was amazing,” I blurted. “Yes, of course,” she said. “I mean yes about remembering him, not about sex being amazing with him. How would I know about that?” Her words uncharacteristically stammered. She blushed again. The air strangely thickened between us. My mom was rarely flustered, especially with such a simple question. “So you did…” My phone suddenly came to. “What little one, My little cum slut wanted a taste that bad that you think you could actually get out of those restraints?” I moaned, “yes, Sir, I wanted to taste you, please, let me taste you, please.”The entire time Master had said what He had and the time it took me to beg for a taste Master had been moving two fingers in and out of my pussy, using His cum to lubricate, as if He had needed any, I was soaked to the point of dripping.“Sure, pet, you can taste, but you have to cum first, so. Why cant he just leave me alone? My ears perked up though… …blowjob? What? You heard me… This guy was massively confident to even suggest it! What? No! I cant! Im married! Never stopped anyone before! he grinned No! Just stop it! Leave me alone! I grabbed my bags and hurried out of the store. I sat in the car and found myself thinking about what hed just said. His growling voice rolling over and over in my head, that one word… I shook it off, this couldnt be happening to me! I drove off but.