. never had he called me any names.Oddly, being called a 'cocksucker' turned me on. The label made it seem official somehow, and if I was a 'cocksucke...' I wanted to be a great cocksucker.I bobbed on his cock hungrily, wanting his gooey cream to fill my belly... I was addicted to the unique taste and texture of cum, and every time I was done I wanted more."Oh yeah, I think I'll be texting you to come blow me often, maybe even at work," he said, as I focused on his cock and nothing else.As I kept. It was across the street from Fleming's filling station in the trailer park. It was easy to find as it was on the first level. I parked across the street to watch the trailer.If the woman I was looking for worked, she might be coming home about now and I could get a look at her before I went to the door to confront her. There wasn't any vehicle parked near the trailer, so some one of the occupants had to be away. Suddenly a very old man came out and slowly went to a little shed with a bag of. The second bar was different. There were a number of black and Spanish men. We got a seat and ordered strong drinks. As we sat there, Melinda made note of a group of black men sitting in one corner. The central figure was a dark black man with a muscular build and about 25 years old. He was surrended by younger black men who seemed to worship him. I told Melinda, "I wish the bartender could just deliver you to their table." She replied, "I can get their attention easier than that," and. Come and havea cigarette," he said holding one out for her.That's nice of him, she thought, and teetered over to him to accept theproffered cigarette. She took it from Ben and waited for him to offer alight. As he did so, Susan reached up and tried to place the cigarettebetween her lips, forgetting about the ball-gag in her mouth. Realisingthe futility of being offered the cigarette, she moaned withfrustration and heard Dan and a couple of his brothers laugh.Ben was not to be outdone however,.