" OK, get some sleep now, and I'll wait to hear from you this weekend. Good night, dear one!"She just said, "Good night." Then she hung up.I was crush...d! I had so been looking forward to hearing the Sandy I remembered and loved; warm, happy, caring. Tonight she was just impersonal, abrupt, and almost indifferent. She sounded like a totally different person!I hadn't had anything to eat for almost eight hours, but all of a sudden I found I really didn't have any appetite. I forced myself to heat. He moaned as my warm tongue darted over his tight hole. He then commanded me to tongue fuck his ass and by the sound of his voice I realized I had no choice. Submissive feelings flowed though me as I tasted the pungent inside of his ass. He turned around and I sucked his now fully hard 8" cock. His head barely fit into my mouth and I sucked him up and down for all I was worth. I could taste the precum. As he let me control the depth. After a few minutes of him allowing me to control. After out first c***d was born things started to change. Blow jobs were once a month and not more rim jobs. I still eat her pussy like it was my last and she loves that still to this day. At dinner he said that mother don't do those things. I said that they do and we should start back doing it because it make my dick harder. She told me that she will think about it. We drink a bit more than we are use to and got pretty drunk. on the way back to our room she said that see was horny all hell. . I hate being a toy boy...uh...toy man...i hate to play the role of the vibrator. I don’t care if i can whip the butts of these women if this is what they like and what they want. What do they learn?! Nothing! They just have a weird form of pleasure, there is no challenge, no discovery, no mystery nor misery. No I like it when they experience the unexpected, when they face their own fear and especially when they swallow their own pride. I love when they are sincerely, deeply, purely humiliated.