He was well dressed in a suit and he carried a brief case. It has always struck me since that I knew he was checking me out, even though I was dressed...normally and showed no outward signs of being gay - which I am not though I experiment occasionally. As with most young people, my hormones were raging, and I began to get quite excited that this guy, who was not bad looking, was checking me out. I don't know why, but I lifted my leg and placed my foot against the wall in the way a street girl. Dory was just wondering how Sue could keep going for so long without coming up for air, when Sue suddenly reared upright on her knees. Dory could see Sue's face glistening, smeared with Dory's juices, as she smiled down at her . " Thank God," Dory said, as she laid there panting, trying to regain her breath. "I was starting to think that you'd never let me go!" However, she had underestimated Sue . Dory had forgotten that there was still one more orgasm to come. And she had completely. He loved to serve her to feel her shudder under the ministrations of his tongue. He felt almost like a man when he serviced her this way. He always held the hope that she would allow him sexual intercourse. She hadn’t yet.She patted his head when she wanted him up. He knelt in front of her, eyes looking at her beautiful feet. She spoke to him with kindness. "This is all very hard for you isn’t it sissy?" "Yes Mistress, I don’t even feel like a man anymore". "The girls at work think of me as one. He died two weeks later, of congestive heart failure, resulting in her middle name of Postuma, Latin for a child born after its father’s demise. Evidently, he had ignored the health warnings about side effects to his own peril.She was a truly delicious Slavic honey, dirty-blonde hair, just the right shade of hazel eyes, and a genuine beach tan that had no lines, thus making it clear that she liked sunbathing in the nude. She was very ... athletic, had strong, long legs with just the right.