He had an appointment with Mr. Anonymous' employer later that day. And he had obtained a couple of lines of coke that he hoped to make use of shortly....mirking sat down at one of the tables he knew was Susan's. He had only been there for a moment when Susan swung by and put two hands on his neck. She began giving him a neck massage as she said, "Well Hi Big Tipper. What'll it be today?"Smirking looked up into her eyes and replied, "How about you on a whole wheat bun ... with a little thousand. At first he would make her wear it in bed. Sometimes when he tied her up; other times when she was working around the house. He always was the one to control the vibrations and he would often tease her by turning it on and off for repeated sessions. He loved being in control. She would get frustrated with the teasing at times but she had come to love it the more that he used it and became sensitive to her ups and downs. He developed an instinct for timing and the sessions wound her up resulting. The thought of using his gift for wrong ends was out of his nature. But in the back of my mind I pictured Officer Stephen Mikkelson visiting his shrink because of the nightmares that wouldn't stop, and Raymond Parry lying in a hospital bed dreaming he had killed both of his daughters and an innocent little girl riding her bike to school. Even with these images running silently in the background, I believed what I had said, and sat quietly waiting for Rod to answer.He was quiet even longer this. The forest quickly filled with the sound of my sucking mouth and our combined moans. Ric's hips began to move back and forth in time with my pumping hand. I could feel the head swelling in my mouth, and I knew he was getting close. Wanting his cum, I pumped my hand faster. It got the result I was looking for. He moaned loudly as his cock began to shoot his sweet juice into my mouth.I remember some of it slipping out of my mouth and dripping onto my dress. But I forgot about it until my mother.