Writing more than a tweet-length thought or feeling scares her. She’s confused about what she should type. She sneaks (she thinks) a side-eye at me ...nd bites her lower lip.“I can’t do this,” she whispers.“You can.”“I don’t know what to say.”“Start with ‘I am a submissive. My dominant wants me to write about cock worshipping.’ Go on, type what I just said.”She fidgets in the chair, sighs deeply, and moves her fingers uncertainly over the keys, then stops.“Go on.”“I can’t.”I walk over to her,. She enters and I follow, closing the door behind me. Luckily, the key is in the door, so I lock it. At the sound of the lock she turns around, and now I see the a****l again. Things move quickly now: I pin her to the wall and kiss her. She returns the kiss so passionate that I'm actually a bit shocked. Is this the same girl I knew for so long. She breaks the kiss, catching her breath. "What about your wife", she whispers. Without a word, I flip out my phone and show her my last message. She. Revealing her breasts as her nightgown falls to the floor. “Get on your back.” I command her. Rebecca scoots on her butt on the edge of the bed, and lays back. I position myself on my stomach and begin giving her oral. She tastes amazing, her thick juices hit my tongue like spring water in the desert. I lick and lick savoring her flavor. Rebecca moans as I lick her clit and squirms as I go lower. Spreading her legs perfectly I lick lower and lower until my tongue meets her ass. Her hairless. The boss decided I was going out of town.” “What the fuck ever. So c’mon we’re going right? Right, yeah, yeah?” “No WE’RE not. I TOLD you what I’m doing.” “HEY….don’t get fucking all nasty and lippy with me just because you got a fucking hangover because you’re a fucking wuss and can’t hold your liquor. Christ I don’t know why the fuck I let you hang around me, you’re so damn weak and shit. You look like shit…goddamn… do something with your fucking hair…do a fucking sit-up or something every.