Our conversation was strained as we both had developed strong feelings for each other, but she calmed my fears telling me how much I had grown and how...well I made love to her, that no matter what; her bed would remain open for me.She also let slip that a few of her friends had begun to notice me, one had even mentioned that I exuded a certain animal magnetism that made her wet; this intimate knowledge left me red in the face.The train station was very basic, also it was in the middle of the. "Right there is just fine," I told her, dropping my towel to the floor.She was never really one for any oral sex. She wasn't that interested in me going down on her, and in nine years of marriage, I could count on one hand the number of blowjobs I'd gotten. But I pushed my hands behind her knees and pressed her legs back, and apart. I wanted to be gentle and seductive, but the view of a cleanly shaved mound overtook me. I buried my mouth against her slit, firing my tongue on anything it could. Keep going, I'm okay."Tommy started pushing again slowly. Bobbie Jo could feel her hymen stretching and finally tearing. She whimpered quietly and bit down on Tommy's shoulder as the thin membrane gave way and he was able to continue on his way.Bobbie Jo fell into herself, trying to focus only on the pleasure and not on the pain. She wanted to cry out a few times but didn't want to scare Tommy. A few tears leaked from the corners of her eyes but she quickly wiped them away. He probably noticed. The deal had been: If she agreed to wear the sexy cat costume I had spotted and begged her to wear, I was to go dressed as a witch to be her owner. We'd been invited to a big Hallowe'en fundraiser organised by her company. Gemma told me to drop the towel. I did so and her eyes widened at the sight of my hairless body. She came over and purred as she stroked my smooth legs, arms and chest.She went to the bed and picked up the first bits of my costume. I groaned. I had been expecting a long black.