....with exception of her asshole.It was with great glee that I discovered that a conveniently tardy essay and few missing pages from her textbook sab...taged her literature class. I did what most did, a light scolding for not reaching expectations followed by the optimistic pick-me-up so that her eagerness to excel would rebound.However, she knew the repercussions.Without further adieu, my belt buckle was undone and 11 inches of erect and eager flesh was ready. There was procrastination on her. I think he thought of it as degrading or immoral. After all, we were church-going people. But what he didnt realize is that I had an oral sex and cum fetish. Without being able to suck his cock I didnt feel fulfilled. Everytime we would make love I would get off by imagining his pulsating member inside my mouth. I felt cheated, almost. But I remember the day that I changed how he felt. Usually when he came home we would make love, then lie in bed for a little while, then get up and do other. Once I made the mistake of setting the intensity to 4 after the pad had fallen off my cock and when I put it back the sudden pain from the surge was extremely intense.After experimenting I found that the best place to put the pad on my cock was on the underside at the head and suddenly I got most amazing feeling. The shocks felt as if they were going up and down my cock and the muscles contracted as they used to when I fucked Jean. I last had this sensation a very long time ago and never. “You’re right, Mister Kyle,” Honey took a moment to respond to his comments. “I thought I needed to speak a certain way to be respected. I thought I NEEDED to be respected. Master has taught me that those things are not needs at all but selfish wants. Those things don’t define Honey. They defined Karen. I am required to talk simply these days. I don’t use the bathroom or go number two. I don’t defecate or even poop these days. Why? Because those things are just fancy ways of saying that I shit..