Phil got comfortable and ordered a drink. He sipped his cocktail andwatched a series of attractive women dance mere inches from his face.He wasn't tr...ing to be egotistical or arrogant but he realized thatCarol had done such a terrific job on him, he had a better body thananyone on the stage. He didn't have the dance moves but he would winhands down in a beauty contest.None of the woman did anything for him. Which strengthened thepossibility that maybe Phyllis was attracted to men. Since he. She had changed her clothes since earlier and now wore a denim mini skirt, and a tight white tank top with a plunging neckline and plenty of cleavage showing. “So, how did the move go?” I asked. “Ugh, I hate moving.” she snapped, then giggled and took a swig of her wine. “Oh shit that’s good.” she remarked and kicked off her pumps. “I love a glass or two of good wine after a long day.”“Mm me too.” I agreed, taking a long swig from my glass. “So you said you were married earlier. Where’s your. When it was over, I would pull up my panties as best I could and race to my room, where I would collapse face down tearfully on my bed. Now as humiliating as these circumstances were, there is something I have not mentioned that made it all even worse. The main door to our house opened directly into the living room, and the way my mom would set up the table and bench, my heinie would be directly facing the doorway, which was really only about 15 feet away. This meant that anybody who might come. I wish my hands were free to fondle and crush my big tits. I wish I could finger and plug my needy cunt. I wish I could caress my throbbing clitoris. But no, you desired me tied and kneeling before you. I will allow you to use me any way you desire. You grab my red hair and hold my face pressed against you. I move my tongue along the base of your cock. You moan and pull your cock out until just the head is between my red lips. I lick the head. You groan as you ram that fat dick back into my.