Sitting back against the cabinet I press the blade to my wrist.The saddest day in your life is when you realize the love you feel for someone will nev...r be returned. It’s a horrible feeling to know that everything you put out will never come back. I’ve lived my entire life waiting for Tina to love me. It’ll never happen. I press the blade harder into my skin but not enough to cut. After all, love isn’t a boomerang. You can’t just throw it out and expect it to come back. Maybe love is hard work?. Probably designed that way to stop the pervs getting a look-see at blokes' cocks at the pissers from the cubicles & vice-versa.As we went through the door Ginger gave me arse a squeeze! Fuck me,what was he on?! I mean,it aint like he's ever done anything like that before.Not that I was complaing like,hahaha!Anyway,Ginger passes me stands in the doorway to the 1st cubicle and quick as you like he reaches down the front of his shorts & flops his knob out & shakes his hips so his knob swings side. Another memory that I recalled was when I was younger, two older girls used to make me and my friend do all their fetching and carrying for them, and used to treat us quite roughly if we didn’t do as we were told, so this could partly explain my fixation on dominant women. However now the idea of having my ass fucked by a woman in a strap on cock was at the front of my mind, and I couldn’t find a reason for this. This fantasy to visit another dominatrix was now taking over my life. I had looked. Softly, I allow my tongue to circle the head, and then run down the full length of you, only to work my way back up, but this time missing the head completely as I begin to travel down once again to the base. I can feel your body tensing in frustration, so on my next trip up to the head, without any warning, I engulf it in my warm mouth, sucking lightly on the head as one hand holds the base and the other cups you softly. Suddenly, you pull on my hip and ask me to turn, wanting both of us to.