He had the radio on though the volume was low and the heater as it was bitter cold with a stiff breeze and six inches of snow on the frozen ground. We...chatted for a while getting to know a few things about each other and eventually we were approaching my town when he suddenly asked” Hey Joe. Do you mind me asking, but if I paid you fifty bucks would you give me a blow job?” “Roy do you think I,m a queer then?” I stiffened. “No of course not. Look.” He showed me his gold wedding band. “I,m. It sounds a lot sexier, than I do it just so you will call me again," Simon said in agreement."So what size bra do you wear?" James asked out of the blue."Are you planning to start buying mu clothes?" I asked."I might, but I mostly want to know, if I guessed right," he replied."What is your guess?" I asked."36d," he said."How about you Simon?" I asked."36c," was his only answer.The award goes to Simon, sort of. I wear a 36c if I want to put a form in the cup. A 36b if I want the cups tight. So. She turned it off, bringing it to her mouth and licking all of Emma's juices off of it. Emma whimpered in the absence of the toy, wiggling her hips again in hope of reinsertion. Instead, she felt a larger – much larger – toy pressing at her entrance. She felt a slight shock of fear. She hadn't ever played with something this big before, and that included any men she'd fucked. She felt the head pressing inside of her, stretching her tight pussy out. It almost hurt, but mingled with the pleasure. I couldn't make her happy and setting her free was the best thing I could do for her. Even if it did hurt the both of us. It's better this way though. I can't even make myself cheerful at the littlest things now. How was I going to maintain a happy relationship when I'm hell bent on giving myself nothing but punishment?It's so sad that I let someone break me like this. Causing my life to turn upside down and make me hate life as well as myself. I can't even believe in myself anymore. I've lost.