I open my mouth and take the tip of his dick in my mouth and start to lick it gently.Samer: no, bitch, I said suck it.He forces his dick deep into my ...outh, I can already feel it in my throat.Samer: if you don’t want to suck it then I’m gonna make you suck it.He continues to fuck my mouth and pushing his cock balls deep in my throat. Holding my hair really tight he starts to breathe heavily. I look at him and he slaps me.Samer: who told you to look at me, slut? Keep your gay shit to yourself. He hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt and his head had gone through the windshield, lodging him there until the paramedics arrived. While he’d recovered physically, the nightmares had all but completely destroyed him mentally, and emotionally. As a writer, the income from his previously published novels sustained him marginally, but he’d unable to do any real work since then. According the doctors, his dreams were a peculiar side effect of the accident. A phenomenon brought on by the blow to his. He continued: "There is just one thing darling, I want to watch it, and if I'm not there, you'll have to tell me all about it".I told him that I wanted to think about it.I did, but not for as long as he did, the very next day I said: "I'm OK with it, and if the guy say OK, you can watch, or else I'll tell you all about it after we are finished!"We talked a lot about where and how we should pick up the guy, we didn't want it to be anybody we know already, and nobody from where we lived.We agreed. Being a little upset and disapointed was to put things mildly. She went up to the attic and brought down a large trunk full of female clothes. Before I knew what was happening, I was in a corset, a dress that nearly reached my feet, 2 inch heel shoes and long gloves that went all the way up my arms. Finally a wig with the hair curling out at the ends. "C'mon." she said as she grabbed her purse. "We're going to the bookstore at the mall. When we return your punishment will be over."I couldn't.