And of course I would have to immediately drop what I was doing and rush over to kneel before him. "Thank you sir, for allowing me the pleasure of suc...ing your cock," I would say, kissing his penis.And then I would take it in my mouth and suck him off.With all of my practice on the dildo (10 times a day for 15 minutes each - work it out, that's over 2 hours a day) I got really good at controlling my mouth. I could apply suction under almost any circumstance, and after about a month I was able. I was into the middle of a page of writing when I heard raised voices. Something had upset my mum so I crept to the top of the stairs wondering if he had told mum it was over or something like that. Then I heard mum say,“I don’t think they will give me that much time off and I don’t want to lose my job!”“Look why not ask. You have been there quite a while now and have never taken a holiday so I reckon they owe you this.”It seemed they were planning a holiday so I thought well I will try and. And, when I felt his cock tremor and the pulse of his semen erupt up into my depths, oh, it was heavenly. I wanted it to stay up in me forever. This was the passion of love.He lay there on me, kissing me, and I finally had to tell him, "John, I can hardly breathe, you've got to get up off me," and he rolled off as we laughed."Oh, geez, look," he said pointing to the large, pink wet spot on the sheet. "You must have bled some. It didn't seem to hurt you, did it?" No, well, it did a little, right. ’ she whispered, touching the cold glass, feeling that chill run up from the surface through her veins. Then her eyes shifted to the woman in the photo. Nearly twice her age. Socially acceptable. Blond to her brunette. Wise to her novice. Educated against her street smarts. Everything she wasn’t. Her smile broadened, widened to the point of pain. She looked up at the cross just above the table and drew a tight breath, forcing the air from her lungs, ‘take care of him…’ She put down the frame,.