“Are you sure?” he asks quietly. After a slight pause, I nod. “Yes, I think so.” He reaches down, and I feel his hand gently rub against my ...uffy lips. I let out an involuntary moan at his touch, as he traces the outline of my slit with his finger through the lace. He rubs my pussy for a few moments, and I close my eyes, my head leaning back against the wall of the bus shelter. My wetness shows through, turning the light blue into a darker shade. I open my eyes and see that he is smiling at. Within a minute she wasdirecting my technique, i loved it, no more guess work. After all, myoral servitude was for her pleasure and convenience, and as her sissy itwas thrilling just to be an object and instrument of ministration to beinterested only in performing and perfecting my present action. Soon irealized that i was no longer disillusioned attempting to make love, forthe moment i was merely her chosen toy for er self-gratification.The ways she would shift my position, my target, and. .. “Hi, this is Gary with Dowling Dreams Candy Company; I understand you got a bad bag of Mind Melters.”Mind Melters? “Hey, yeah, got some from the vending machine, and they taste funky, I think they’re stale.”“Can I have your name?”“Cassandra Winters.”“Can you take a few out for me and look at them for me?”“Okay, sure.”“Are any of them discolored or do they look spotted?”“Nope. They look normal I guess.”“Can you try one now, and tell me how it tastes?”“Okay, it tastes, weird, like kind of. It wasn't quite a porn-style closeup, but good enough.Dan pulled out and laid a towel across the bed. He put me on my back, lifted my legs up over his shoulders, and resumed fucking me. What a feeling! His cock was sliding in and out of my ass in a leisurely rhythm, all the way in to the balls, and I heard a soft slap, slap, slap as our bodies collided on every stroke. "You can fuck me like that all night long," I told him."Don't count on it, big boy. I can't keep this up forever." He squeezed.