I pulled him closer and grab his wood and slowly twirled my tongue around his head. Then I took him all. I suddenly realized what I got myself into. I...started gagging as his dick was throbbing rapidly in my mouth. Then I felt him pull me up. "Babe let me please fuck you I want you so badly.",he whispered. He put his dick near my entrance again and pushed. The pain was unbearable but the pleasure was great. A tear rolled down and he quickly pulled out. "Baby I do not wanna hurt you," he said. I. Icouldn't understand why everyone didn't share my views. I mean I feltthen that I was pretty tolerant. I felt a man's duty was to be thebreadwinner of the family and a woman's duty was to look sexy, to do thehousework and to prepare the meals. Some of my friends would say awoman's place is in the bedroom or in the kitchen. I agreed but I feltwomen could do other things like for example acting, nursing or modellingbut I obviously expected my wife to be good in bed and in the kitchen,which. Like, the other week, there had been this girl he brought round. She'd methim in the shop, then stayed there till closing time, staring at him acrossthe sweet counter, with adoring eyes.When Master John had brought her back to the flat she should have been inbed, so he'd taken her to bed, his. He'd casually smoked a joint, as hewatched me caress sweet little Gillian's shoulder length light brown hair,her eyes gazing at me then him, as I had done as he had instructed, "Nowundress her."I'd been. I don't know how it works with men, but women need to have a special person to confide in and trust. A repository of secrets that only the two of them know.We saw each other once or twice a week for almost two years. The two of us became best friends and every time we met, it seemed like only a minute or two had passed since the last time we were together.November 17th was the day everything changed.We went from friends to best friends to something we weren't sure of but we knew we liked it. It.