He rummages in his sock drawer, and then he sidles over. I deliberatelyavoid looking at him in the mirror. He pushes hair away from my neckand kisse... me there. I lean my head away to give him more to kiss.What can I do? He owns my neck. He owns me."You'd better not leave a mark," I say. It is about as close to acommand as I can give."Can I brush your hair?" He likes to do it. I seldom say no. I handhim the brush. I have washed it and let it dry naturally.After a few strokes, he puts. Taking off all your own clothes you held the panties in your hands. Theywere pink with white lace trim and a little bow on the front. Savouringthe moment you slid the garment up your legs. Before long you had put ona pair of Patricia's capri leggings and one of her shell tops. Thefeelings running through your body at this moment was intoxicating. Whydid this feel so good you wondered, confused at what you were doing butnot having any intention of stopping. Deciding you wanted to take thingsa. She lets out a sigh, feeling foolish for thinking that she wasn’t alone in the room. She can’t recall having a nightmare, but of course like many of her dreams, they are fleeting and usually don’t leave even fragments of what they were about.Her hand reaches up to her breast and she rubs it briefly before dropping it. Her pussy aches to be touched but there is still a feeling that something isn’t right. She stands up and walks over to the window, pushing the curtain aside to peer out. It is. I started to rub his cock through his jeans as he drove. Feeling his hardness I undid his trousers and pulled out his thick hard cock. Precum already leaking I ran my thumb over the top before sucking his goodness off. I loved the taste of him. Wanting more I leaned over loosening my seatbelt and took his big stiff cock into my mouth. Rolling my tongue around the tip. Tasting him before pushing further taking him deep into my throat. I know he loves the sound of my gagging. Starting to choke on.