When I went into work the following morning, prepared to do her bidding, I emailed her my request. It was simple. A blow pop. The exact wording and ph...asing however, was genius, or so I thought until I found out I was her puppet all along. I told her that her question was. ‘…a hard one. There’s a lot I want, but most of it is bad for me. I have to learn to control my appetite. How about a blow… pop.’ The ‘hard one’ is an easy innuendo to get a giggle from, but it doesn’t seem deliberate.. I was speechless, completely dumfounded by the sight. Every few moments Sally would stop her masturbation and draw the full length of the boy’s dick into her mouth. Watching this lascivious session before my eyes, I felt my own dick reaching a full erection. Junior seemed to rapidly approaching his orgasm as his stomach quivered and his whole body shook. Sucking purposefully, Sally’s head was bobbing up and down on his shaft in a steady piston-like movement. I just stared in amazement as I. His spurts were slow and determined--he had a lot of cum to unload, and I had given him a lot of stimulation. I swallowed each rope slowly and deliberately. We had the luxury of being uninterrupted throughout his entire cum, and even a full minute afterwards, during which I used my mouth and both hands to squeeze and siphon every drop I could coax out of the head of his dick, which remained hugely out of proportion to his soft cock, probably because of the intense squeezing I was applying to. Please...suck it...I know this is your fantasy."After looking around making sure there were no cars too close to us, I bent down and put my mouth around his dick. Here I was, my head in his lap as he was driving, my lips tight around his cock...I stroked his cock up and down with my mouth, sucking and blowing on it, squeezing it, I even used my hands and started shaking it. I licked the head, the pee hole, then all over the shaft as if it was a lollipop, and even licked his hairy balls. I could.