" Please call me Bill." Then you'll call me Susan or Sergeant Major, but do NOT call me ma'am. It is insulting!" Yes, ma'--" I gulped nervously. Someh...w I knew that the little slip of a woman was very dangerous. "Yes, Susan." I'm finished with this", she said putting out the cigar."I smoke one to relax me," Sue glared at Bill. "Good. No lecture on how bad bacca is for me. I'm an old woman. This and my boy toy Tomcat and a good brandy are about the only hobbies I have. I lived through the. He gripped it with his soft hand and started to stroke my dick. It was as if it was an art to him. I figured it'd be no different than me jacking off myself, but it was. He was done with his minute and now it was my turn. "Truth or dare" he said. "Dare" i said. "I dare you to do the other thing you wanted to do, for at least a minute." I froze yet again and longer this time. This meant I was going to give a bj. I sat up and moved myself closer to his dick holding it in my hand. I took my hand. " "Fuck me hard." "Reach down and touch it. Finger it," I wrote. She smiled at me as her hand went below the table. A few seconds later she gave a sharp intake of breath, and I was sure her finger was deep inside her wet pussy. Her cheeks reddened more, and her breath began to come in shallow fast bursts. I wrote, "Cum for me. Right here." Her breath became more shallow and rhythmic. She arched her back ever so slightly, sticking those hot tits and hard nipples out for everyone to see. Her face. “Relax your throat... breath through your nose...” he said.He firmly held my head in place, jamming his penis down my throat even farther. It was buried to to the hilt now, deep in my throat. My eyes were watering and I grimaced, my face turning red as I struggled to breath. I tried to relax my throat and it seemed to help. I could breath through my nose just a little, but enough to keep me from suffocating.“There, that's better.” he said, “You just need to get used to it and dull your gag.