I pull my gentleman sausage away from his and kneel, his meat missile aimed towards me through the hole. I am so ready. I move my head toward it at t...e same time. I take it in my right hand and lick the head. Just the tip and the underside of the head at first, tasting his precum. Nice.Then I lick around the head, circling it with my tongue. I hear a low moan through the thin wall. I lick down the shaft and back up, using my lips as well as my tongue on the upstroke back to the. I need to be called dirty filthy names, and also be forced to degrade myself, and tell you what a dirty cunt I am. I can't help what turns me on sexually. I am your every day person, and I am also a supervisor at work so I am the complete opposite in every day life as compared to my sexual needs. I keep this part of my life private to most people, and only truly reveal myself to a man that is willing to give me what I crave. A night, or many nights of being controlled, and used, and made into. Jill just smiled weakly at me. “Sorry, honey,” as if that would make everything alright.There was an awkward silence between us as we just looked at each other, each lost in our own thoughts.After a while, Jill’s expression started slowly changing, as if a thought was hatching and growing, before finally, her face broke into a full smile.“So you’d have been okay with it, apart from the bit with the actor playing you?” her smile a challenge to me, albeit a loving challenge.“Fuck, Jill,” was all. Peg and mom became friendly having morning coffee together or justgossiping across the fence between our backyards. Peg always had akind word and a warm smile for me.Peg’s husband had a job that required him to travel and he was oftengone for several days at a time; occasionally for as much as a week ortwo. She filled her time with gardening among other things and I lovedto watch her work in her yard. I would climb over the fence and spendhours watching her work and listen as she.