She just didn’t lean left, she leaned far far left and with Tom leaning right that would cause a major conflict in any relationship. He thought that...the saying of opposites attract just wouldn’t apply here with Diane and him.The conversation continued to go downhill when Diane’s made a comment after her second drink. The conversation in some way had gotten around to the subject of sex, probably because of last night’s incident. She said that she didn’t believe that oral sex was right in either. “Do you want to?” she asked. “Want to what?” I asked obtusely, knowing exactly what she meant, but prolonging the admission. “Boff him, you dope,” she said. “Let him park his car. Slip you the sausage. Get the mad-milkman to make a special delivery down Pleasure Lane …” I had to hold up a hand to stop her; I sensed she could go on like this for a while. I still didn’t answer though. “Well?” I sipped coffee, making an “Mmm-hmm” affirmation into the cup that I hoped sounded non-committal. Belinda. ..not wanting to let it out of my hot mouth. My eyes were full of tears and I was gasping for breath when he finally patted me on the head and muttered, "Good Boy. Now it your turn. He helped me up, guided me to his small bed in a corner of the room. The walls at the head and one side of the bed were mirrored, as was the ceiling. "Take off your shirt (all I was wearing) an y' shoes and lay back on the pillows. You in for a treat."He made a quick trip into the bathroom, coming out with a wet. It was huge feeling even bigger in her hand. She could not close her fingers round it. She wanted to stroke it to kiss it. No it wasn’t possible she wanted to take it in her mouth to suck it. “Measure it Mistress.” Sarah handed her the tape measure.It was nearly a foot in length. Kelly continued to stroke him almost absent mindedly. He was near to coming and he pushed back at her hand. What was she doing? How could she behave like that? She stopped. She went bright red. She withdrew her.