"I taunt him with my mouth andbreasts, keeping them just out of his reach". "I tease him with myfingernails tickling is cum filled balls". "I beg him ...o cum for mein my sexiest little girl voice as I slowly masturbate him". And justwhen he thinks all his suffering is over, and I've taken mercy on hispoor swollen cock"?" Angelica quickly flips the switch on the box.Peter shakes and screams. She flicks the switch off. Peter's headfalls forward, as he begins to weep. Angelica gently reaches out. ’ He took his big rod by the base and slapped it against her lips and chin. ‘The only question,’ he rubbed the tip along her lips, ‘is where.’ At first Julie didn’t know what he meant. Was he saying that he didn’t know when they were going to see each other again? Where they would be when they did? Maybe. But Julie thought there was something more calculating in his tone. She didn’t understand it, but it gave her chills, both of fear and arousal. Greg reached down and drew Julie to her feet.. There was the scent of his clothes, but then the stale smell of urine… and his sweat and skin…. She took him into her mouth and pushed the tip of her tongue under the tip of his cock and into the fold of his foreskin. She swirled her tongue up and around the expanding head of his cock as she looked up at him to see if she was doing it right. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned, even as his rod grew inside of her mouth. For a moment she thought she should have practiced sucking two hotdogs. ..er, ass."Did I just refer to my ass as a 'pussy?'" I asked myself."What else would you call it, pussy-boy?" my alter ego answered."'Real Men' have cocks...and asses. Sissy-boys have clits and pussies,"he elaborated."Which are you?" I asked myself.It was a rhetorical question. "You have talked your own wife into goingout and getting fucked by another man while you stay home and act like apanty-wearing faggot," my alter ego continued in my own head."Pretend!" I whispered out loud. "She is.