Tara's Tale

by Tara Love

  

Chapter 3: Step by step

I drove home from office at five. I had had a long, exhausting day after a night with little sleep. While I was driving, I felt the rubber of my stay-up stockings and the body-string in the crack of my butt. I had not dared to defy Dom, halfway expecting her all day to just pop up in my office and demand that I show her my dessous. Paranoid, I know, but I really did not want to take any risks with her. Especially when I thought at the movie she made of me yesterday. Why had I not tried to talk sense into her? The answer was simple: she would just do with me, as she pleased. She had a dominating personality, and it never occurred to me to seriously confront her. Of course, there were other constraints, too. The fact that she had been the one with the whip and I was handcuffed to the bed had not helped much, either. Also, she had removed all my clothes from my apartment, and I kind of needed to get them back yesterday afternoon. I found that there was not much that I could have done differently yesterday. Not if I wanted to avoid having to stand up for the next three weeks. I remembered the three whacks she had given me with her whip as a warning, and I had promised myself to try and please her as good as I could. Maybe she would go soft on me eventually.

I had not had a very productive day at work, and was glad to be getting home. As I pulled in the parking lot of our apartment complex, I saw her walking by, laughing at me and waiving her hands. I waved back and she came straight to the car. "'What a coincidence! I was just taking stroll outside and saw you turning into the road. How was your day, Tim?"' she asked. This was the first time she had called me by my real name, and I hesitated. "'Or should I call you Dr. Love? Which way do you prefer?"' This was a mere demonstration of her power over me. She knew where I am living and had also stolen my purse with my driver's license the first night, while I was in the bathroom. "' 'Tim' is fine"', I answered, "'How was your day?"' I tried to be polite. "'Great, I got tons of stuff done. I created a whole personal web-page and even more than that."' "'I did not know that you could do that."' I replied, having a very nasty suspicion. "'Well, now you know. That's one way I am making a bit of money, and it gives me a lot of freedom. Can you tell Tara to come over, soon? I have something important to show her."' "'Sure, I said, do you have any plans with her for tonight? Anything special to wear?"' I enquired. "'I have put out the clothes I want her to wear on the bed"' (I remembered that she had kept the spare key to my apartment) "'Nothing to worry about"', she added as she saw the look on my face. "'And now, have YOU been a good boy today, Tim, and worn the nice dessous I gave you?"' "'Of course"', I hasted to assure her. "'Let's see them, than!"' We had been walking towards our flats and she stopped dead in the middle of the walkway. "'Here?"' I asked. "'Where else?"' she gave back, "'Stockings?"' I slowly pulled up the legs of my pants, revealing the white stockings. "'Good, and your body? The upper part is good enough. Open the first two buttons of your shirt!"' I did as she had told be, and she could see the white, wired cups that my new C-cups breastforms could fill so nicely. "'Good boy! And now you hurry and send Tara over, will you?"' Not much choice.

I entered my apartment, and went straight into the bedroom, curious about the outfit she wanted me to wear tonight. With a sigh of relief I saw that she had put out one of my favourite outfits for a nightstroll: a short, black cotton skirt I had bought second hand, to go with a thick, black pantyhose, and a light-coloured, long sleeve top with a turtleneck. I was immensely grateful for the pantyhose, and the plain black dessous she had laid ready. They were out of her own collection, and the bra was long with a waist-clincher attached. That would do nicely. I took a shower and shaved thoroughly. I slipped into the black panties. They were made of quite strong material and flattened my crotch line. I slipped into the bra and closed the hooks with the back in front, before I turned it the right way around. A bit tight, but it shaped my body well, and the cups were big enough for my forms. I attached the forms, slipped into the pantyhose and the skirt. My knee-high boots go well with the skirt, and the pantyhose showed nicely my well-shaped legs. Perfect. Now the make-up. Sensual, but not slutty, with black eyeliner and brownish eyeshadow, enhancing my green eyes. I chose a red-brown lipstick tonight, which matched my hair well and gave a nice contrast to the top I was going to wear. I carefully pulled the top over my head. Now the wig and the earrings. Good. Again I noticed in the mirror how my tits were begging for attention. Full and round, with protruding nipples. I would have to live with them. I went to the full body mirror and checked my outfit. Not bad. I always liked to show off my legs a bit in this skirt, but now I had great tits to go with them. I realised that I had forgotten something she probably would want me to "'wear"'. I went into my bedroom and grabbed the butt-plug she had forced into me yesterday. I thought it might be wise to try and please her, and slowly inserted in the bathroom. I used generous amounts of Vaseline, which I had bought during lunch break for that very purpose, but still it hurt a lot while I pushed. Finally I hit the tailed off part, and again my muscles closed gently.

It was getting dark earlier now, and I had lost a bit of my fear to step outside. But I still took my precautions while opening the door. Nobody outside. Good. I stepped out quickly, closed the door and went straight over to Dom, feeling like I was visiting a secret lover. She opened the door immediately, when I knocked, and let me inside, just as cheerful as she was before. "'Come in! And right through to the living room!"' She said. Since yesterday I had lost all my shyness towards her. "'Are you wearing your butt-plug, sweetie?"' she asked as if we were talking about the weather, shouting from the kitchen into the living room. "'Yes, of course!"' I hurried to reply. "'Good girl!"' She came back and handed me a glass of red wine. "'To us!"' "'And now look what I did today"', she said proudly and switched on the monitor of her computer. "'Surprise!"' she shouted (I started to hate her saying said and it would not be the last time). It was a homepage on the Internet. My personal home page. My male name. Only the pictures were not male. The background was the "'sex slave"' picture with me in a black teddiette, fishnet stockings attached to garters, and my sluttiest make-up. I was leaning slightly forward, so that you could see the bustline of my fake tits in the cups of my bustier. I was handcuffed to the bed, and my bright-red lips were moist and slightly open with me starring with innocent, large eyes, framed by thick black eyeliner and incredibly long lashes, into the camera. She had somehow managed to make this picture black and white, and my face was very pale, the only colour spot was my incredibly red, moist lips. You could not see the line of the attached breast forms; she had somehow managed to erase them, and everything looked real. In a small window on the right you could see the thumbnail video she made out of the "'blowjob"' I had practised on the dildo yesterday. All over the screen were pictures of me popping up briefly, showing me in the various outfits she had me wear yesterday. The problem was that when you knew it was I, you were able to recognise the features of my face. I could recognise myself now. Although I had been halfway expected something like that after her hint, I was deeply shocked. "'Is this 'on' right now?"' I finally managed to ask timidly. "'What do you mean, sweetie?"' "'I mean, can people see this web-page right now?"' "'But of course, darling, that's what I made it for, right? You only need to type your name on any web browser, and you will find this page. Isn't it great?"' "'Which name?"' I finally managed to ask, still hoping against hope. "'Well, either one, Tim Love, Tara Love, both will do. Two people in one, you see?"' My knees became weak and I had to sit down. I was shaking all over my body, and my voice sounded strange in my ears. "'Please take it out, Dom, please, I beg you, please, I'll do anything…"' This was all I could say for several minutes. "'Oh, you don't like it?"' she asked cheerfully, "'It took me most of the day to make it. She clicked with the mouse on the thumbnail picture, showing me giving the blowjob. Suddenly it took the whole monitor, and you could see my face with eyes closed licking up and down that dildo, gliding it in and out my full, red lips, swallowing it whole. Only it did not look like a dildo. The video took a couple of minutes, and then we went back to the homepage. "'What do you not like? I put so much effort into it! Isn't it a nice piece of art?"' I had to admit that, yes, it was. She was obviously a skilled artist and web-programmer. I just didn't like the content. "'I can take it out, if you want. I had hoped you would like It."' she made it sound truly disappointed, and I hurried to tell her that, yes, she had done a great job, but, please, it could not possibly stay there. It would destroy my whole career and ultimately my life. It was weird, how her disappointment had touched me. "'But you have to promise to behave! You are still too hesitant, when I ask you to do me a favour. You must show a lot more eagerness to please me, if you want this taken out!"' Again I hurried to tell her that, yes, in future I would completely obey, what she would ask from me. Anything. Just take it out, PLEASE! We both knew that I was entirely at her mercy now. And I can tell you that I made an honest resolution to not even try and defy her in the future. She had me in the palm of her hand. She saw in my pleading eyes and gave a sigh. "'Ok. if you really want, I will take it out. But you will have to do me a favour and shave your legs first. And your pubic hair. Shave it off! As soon as you are finished, I will take it out. I promise."' I had always refrained from shaving my legs, because I did sports. But in this case, I hurried into her bathroom, where a female shaver was layed out. I did not think too much and just did it. Now I was entirely naked for the first time in so many years. When I came back into her living room, she looked at me, and I nodded silently. She did not bother to check, and pressed a key. "'Done"'. She said. I was relieved beyond words. "'But keep in mind that it will take me a minute to switch in on again, and next time I will leave it running for days!"' I kept that in mind.

"'There is something else I wanted to show you"', she went on. "'Yes?"', I asked apprehensively. "'Look here!"' On a piece of paper I saw a hand scribbling, some words were crossed out and replaced by others, and the final version read:

-Take a walk on the wild side!

Gorgeous Crossdresser, 30, passes everywhere, great oral skills, seeks date with gentlemen to pamper.-

Underneath was a cell-phone number I did not recognize. "'This will appear in the 'Stockholm Nightlife' next Wednesday. I hope you don't mind. I thought we need to start to work on your social skills ASAP!"' I had given up. "'Yes, Dom."', was all I could manage. Everything was better than the web-page. "'I will pre-screen the men for you, darling. We don't want to get any freaks, do we?"' Coming from her, this was actually quite funny. But I was in no laughing mood. "'And now let's get started. The night is young, and there lots of men out there hoping to meet somebody hot like you! You look gorgeous!"' I accepted that compliment and gave it back to her. Then her look fell down on my boots. "'But why aren't you wearing your high-heels, sweetie? They are much more sexy!"' I tried to explain that I could walk much better in the boots, but of course it was a lost cause. We left her apartment, and she waited outside my door while I put on my high-heels. Four inches of slim, shiny, black heel and nice, glowing hearts in front. Now I was showing off my great, long legs entirely, and Dom complimented me on those. The pantyhose felt weird after shaving my legs. We went to the next bus stop in downtown direction. We had taken the bus the day before, but I had been wearing sunglasses then and a much longer skirt. It did not occur to me to protest, though. She had made up her mind, and I was in no position to argue. Again people looked up when we went through the rows towards the back of the bus. I could only take slow, taunting steps with swinging hips, and I saw my breasts bouncing slightly as I stepped through the lines. I kept my chin up and pushed my tits out, as Dom had told me, but I still had an insecure look in my eyes. Not that any of the guys had noticed. They kept starring lower, undressing me with their eyes. Like yesterday, Dom made me sit next to a guy, while she took the place behind mine. I had to be very careful with my short skirt, stretching it over by butt and pushed it as far as possible down while I was sitting. It only went to the top of my thighs, and I firmly my legs together, glad I was allowed to wear a pantyhose. The bus started to roll, and the lights were dimmed. Suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh, coming from the guy to my right. I was going to push my legs away, but I felt a brief tip on my left shoulder, coming from Dom behind me. She had seen everything, and forbade me to make a move, and while she was pretending to move in her seat, she whispered in my ear. "'Let him! Think about the web-page!"' Nobody had noticed. I did not dare to move. The hand felt encouraged, and the grip became firmer. I still did not move, feeling Dom's hand slightly on my shoulder. I was sure she was enjoying this. As the hand went to the inner thigh, Dom increased the pressure with her hand. I understood, and opened my legs slightly, but invitingly, my eyes fixed on the seat in front. The hand moved under my skirt along my inner thigh, stroking me gently. Against my own will, I started to become aroused. Dom increased her pressure again, and I opened my legs further. Finally, the hand moved towards my crotch. Dom took her hand away, and I understood this as a sign. I finally grabbed the hand and pulled it out of my skirt. The guy seemed surprised about my sudden change of mind and I felt a questioning look on the burning side of my face. Nobody else on the bus had observed our little game, and after a further 15 minutes I felt Dom rising in the seat behind me. I got up, too, glad to be able to leave. I saw that the guy next to me was also getting ready, but when he tried to follow directly after me leaving the bus, Dom simply pushed him back into his seat. "'In your dreams, sweetheart!"' and she followed me out of the bus.

"'Guys are such pigs!"' she exclaimed as we walked down the street, "'Trying go get under every skirt that walks down the street. Did you see where he had his hand all the time?"' That was an unnecessary question, as I had felt it all the way. "'But they are so easy to manipulate, and that, sweetie, is what you will learn in the next couple of weeks."' She had steered us into the pedestrian zone. It was not very busy on this Monday night. A couple of few men were walking the streets, checking us out. Under the stares I became more aware of my slow, seductive walk in my high-heels with my full breasts and the nipples proudly protruding through the fabrics of my top and my arse stretched out. The butt-plug buried inside me made my composure even more upright, and I had decided to simply go with it, keeping my chin up and glaring back at the men. Dom finally stopped at out night's destination. It was a popular café/bar, right in the centre of the pedestrian zone. I was a regular customer there, coming in at night for a coffee and reading. I knew the waitresses by name. "'What's up?"' she inquired. "'I come here often"', was my reply. "'That's good. We will see that in the future you will COME here even more often, won't we?"' I chose to ignore the double meaning, and followed her inside.

To my relief the bar was not busy at all tonight. A middle-aged man was sitting at the bar, a couple of students spread out over various tables. Most of them just glanced at us and continued their conversation. I could feel the man's staring in my back, as we moved by him towards a free table for two. Dom sat down with her back towards the bar, making me face the bar and the customer. Again I had to sit down very carefully and with my upper body very straight. The light even enhanced the size of my breasts and my nipples. "'Dear, will you get us something to drink?"' asked Dom. You had to go and get the drinks from the bar. "'What do you want?"' "'Some red wine would do, don't you think?"' I agreed, got up and walked up to the bar. The waitress tonight was Veronica: a pretty, dark haired girl with a friendly smile. I still was not sure, whether she would recognise me. She gave me an odd look, but did not say anything. I thought she might have noticed, but was too polite to say anything. Good girl. I doubted that she had recognised me, though. Dom was right, I was an entirely different person. I ordered the wine, and Veronica went busy, while the man at the bar gave me hungry looks. I noticed that in his mind he had already undressed me and was sucking at my large nipples. "'Nice day, heh?"' he had overheard me ordering in English. "'Where are you from?"' I looked at him, and again I obeyed my good upbringing and answered curtly: "'Netherlands"'. "'I have been in the Netherlands, in Brussels!"' he claimed. Well so much to your Geography, I thought, picked the wine that Veronica had left for me, paid, smiled briefly at the guy and walked back to our table. Again I lost the battle against my swinging hips, and I heard him making a noise in my back. I sat down again, and Dom looked at me, interested: "'Have you made a new friend? You really can't wait to get laid, can you?"' I tried to explain to her what had happened, and she turned around, very obviously, and took a long look at the guy at the bar. "'But I thought you had a better taste, sweetie!"' she said that very loud, and the guy kind of got turned off.

"'Tonight I wanted to discuss with you your training schedule for the next couple of weeks. Basically, there are two separate items we have to work on: first, your social skills. You have to become a lot more comfortable in public, especially in crowded bars, where you will go to pick up men. This is something you simply have to start doing, and we will start ASAP. I hope that at least a couple of guys will contact me through the announce in the newspaper, and you will than go out to restaurants and bars in company of men. That should help you a lot. Second, we have to work on your physical skills. Your blowjob is already very good, and we will soon be able to try on a living object, but this little butt-hole of your needs widening and the muscles practising. When I am done with you, you will better with your pussy-arse than most women with their real pussy."' Shit. She said that as if it was some kind of business plan we discussed. I stared at her with disbelieving eyes. "'You don't believe me? Than let me tell you that before the end of the night, you will have given this man at the bar a blowjob. I have just decided that we might as well start here and now. So now it is around 10. I tell you that if you have not given this man a blowjob by 11, I will go home and turn on your homepage and let it on until I see some man's cum in your mouth. You hear sweetie? If I were you, I would not waste any time."' I still could not believe what I just heard. But she was dead serious, lighting a cigarette and eyeing me through the smoke. "'The time is ticking, darling."' I still did not move. She grabbed a magazine she had brought in her handbag and flipped through it, wearing glasses, which made her look much more strict. After another two minutes she looked up: "'Not that I care, but you can look at it like that: you will do that a lot in the future. Trust me. You will. Women do it all the time. If I switch on the web page, your life will be ruined. Sooner or later, somebody will type your name in a browser, and out comes the link to Tara's page. People will know. You will loose your job. When you apply for a new position, people will again try to find your publications on the web. Typing in your name. Got the picture? Might as well try and qualify as a hairdresser, don't you think?"' She was right. As soon as anybody would discover the web page, the word would spread, and I was done for. She interrupted my thoughts: "'Look at yourself in the mirror. You can see for yourself, what a beautiful woman you are. You are simply doing, what women do. Just imagine for the next hour that you are who you appear to be, and act like that. But that is all the help you will get now. You have already lost five minutes of your time."'

I was till looking for a way out. There was none. She did not say anything anymore, simply glanced at her watch from time to time, smoking. I had to do it. Talking to her would not help. I knew that. She totally enjoyed the situation and the power she had over me. I kept thinking: I am a beautiful woman. I want to suck his dick. Shit. Slowly, I got up. Dom whispered: "'I will meet you in the lady's room, when you are done. If I were you, I would not swallow!"' she said jokingly, as I made for the bar, grabbing my wineglass. The guy looked up immediately as I approached. "'May I sit down here?"' I pointed at the stool next to his. "'Sure"', he almost shouted. I started: "'So, how did you like Brussels? …"' The conversation part was easy, I just needed to ask a question every couple of minutes, pretending to be interested in his bullshit. He started bragging. But I also learned, how other guys pick up girls in bars. I had always been so bad at that, simply because I did not know, what to say. So that was it. Just bullshit away. I had placed myself on the stool next to his, initially careful with my short skirt. But then I slowly moved my leg towards his, like the guy in the bus had done to me. Casually, I placed my hand on his thigh. He was on fire. I noticed the bulch in the front of his pants growing. 10:30. Need to hurry. I did not know how long it would take him to cum in my mouth, or how I would get him to do that in the first place. I had started to move my hands closer to his crotch, moving up and down. He was in Argentine now, telling me what he had done the woman at the Amazon. Oh, yes? Interesting! I looked at him with wide eyes, and rubbed my hands slowly around my breasts, pretending to flatten my shirt and pushing the nipples in his direction. Need your cum. I decided to give him a close-up of my breast, jumped from the stool towards him and claimed it was rocking. I stretched out my tits towards him, now glad about my C-cups and proud nipples, and he almost tried to dive into them headfirst. 10:40. Still no closer to the blowjob, but he really was on fire now. I had given up rubbing his pants and taken his hand in mine now. That is, I took his middle finger in my four fingers, and meaningful played with my thumb with the tip of his finger. Dom was watching us all the time, smiling by herself. Every couple of minutes, she had mouthed the word "'web-page"', but only I saw that. Finally, when nobody was watching, I took his middle finger gently in my mouth, just let my lips gliding up and down. No teeth. Just lips and tongue. I could not be any clearer. I saw the bulk in his pants moving excitedly. I jumped towards him again and whispered in his ear: "'Meet me in the men's room!"' I turned towards the restrooms, giving his hand a playful tug and let go. This time I swung my hips on purpose, knowing he would watch me from behind. I stalked, and gave him an inviting look over the shoulder. I had been as clear as I could, and it was up to him now. Even Dom could see that it was out of my hands now. She gave me an encouraging look, as I walked by her, and a brief 'two thumps up' under the table. I went into the washroom. The first door was for everybody, then the men had to turn left and the women right. I turned left. A guy came out and stared at me. I did not care. There was a sink, a urinal and a cabin. Nobody there, so I stepped into the cabin and locked the door. 10:50. Would he come?

I only needed to wait for a minute, at most. The door opened, and there was a brief knock on the cabin's door. I opened and let him in. Need to hurry, now. How to start? But I didn't need to worry about that. He took the initiative and pressed me against the wall. His hands squeezed my tits, and I pretended to enjoy that, breathing louder and faster. He got more excited, and pressed his crotch against mine, and I spread my legs invitingly. He started to kiss me. This was the most difficult moment, as I revolted deeply against kissing a man. "'Web-page"', I thought. "'I am a woman!"' I answered his kiss, and lifted my leg around his waist, and he started to push regularly now. 10:55. Need to hurry. I heard the door to the woman's room open and close again. That must be Dom. Five minutes to go. I suddenly turned him around, which was difficult with my high heels, and pressed his back against the wall. Than I went down to my knees, and looked up at him with wide eyes. He looked down as if he had won the lottery. I opened his fly. He wore boxers with a front slit. I did not waste time and freed his member. It was big and rock hard. He looked down at me, expectend, with his mouth half-open. 10:56. I started to move my tongue along his member. He started to moan. I licked and kissed the tip, looking up at him with eyes wide open. He looked back at me, his hips moving forward. He grabbed my head with both hands. "'I am a woman,"' I kept thinking. Nothing else. Just do it. 10:57. I took him in, first carefully, but then with more urge. I gently closed by lips around his shaft and pulled my head back, applying soft pressure, just like my girlfriend had done. More moaning. Need to hurry. He had started to control the speed, moving my head, while I was taking him in and out, in and out, my mind fixed on the web page. Need his cum. Faster and faster I went, his hips know moving with my speed. I licked him and sucked him. This is what women do, I thought. 10:58. I used my hands to hold him now, while I took him in and out. He filled my mouth entirely, and I had to keep it wide open, my eyes large. Finally he started to shoot straight into my throat. Need to be careful. Don't swallow it all. In my surprise, I had swallowed the first shot entirely, but then managed to keep something in my mouth. This means to save my career, my life. I did not think too much, what I was doing there. He finally was spent, and leaned exhausted against the cabin wall. 10:59. No time to loose. I quickly got up and unlocked the cabin door. A student entered the washroom, just as I left. He looked at me with curious eyes. I heard the door of the cabin thrown closed and locked behind me as I passed the student. He looked even more curious. I left the men's room and went straight into the lady's room on the opposite site. Dom was waiting inside, by herself. "'How did it go?"' she asked excitedly. "'I heard you from here!"' I slowly opened my mouth and showed the cream I had managed to keep. "'Good girl!"' she exclaimed. She firmly pressed her hands under my chin and made me swallow the rest, looking straight into my big, unbelievable eyes. It was 11:00.

"'Just in time, you horny bitch!"' she said, and I thought I saw something like admiration in her eyes. "'Now let's get out of here!"' She went ahead, while I took some time in front of the mirror. I hope I did not need to look at the man again. I heard the men's washroom door opening and closing twice. Now he must have left. I drank some water, rearranged my wig and waited another couple of minutes. Finally, I dared to step out. The bar seats were empty now. The man had left. I was very glad. Dom had gone outside, too, so I took quick steps, not to have her waiting too long. As I passed the student's table, the whole group was looking at me, the guys curious, the girls dismissive. Here comes the whore who fucks strangers in the men's room. I kept my eyes downcast and quickly left the bar. Dom had been waiting outside. "'What kept you? Was there another man I haven't noticed and you took him, too?"' she was joking. I stayed quite, trying not to think what I just had done. I could still taste the cum in my mouth, and desperately wanted a coffee. I was disgusted. "'Hey, sweetie, you did really well, and I am proud of you. Believe me. The way you licked him up and licked his finger. You will get any guy you want. Or better: any guy I want."' she laughed. "'Now come and cheer up! Nothing has happened! A woman blew up a man. So what. Happens all the time. Nothing to worry about. But you SHOULD try to keep the action out of the washroom, to be honest. Especially when you follow the guys into the man's room. Makes you a bit of a slut."' I did not listen. Had I really done that? The rest of the way to the bus stop, we stayed silent. Even Dom understood that I was not in the mood for a chat, and so she let me be. The bus ride occurred without incident, and soon we were standing in front of our apartment blocks. "'Now you take a good night's sleep, sweetie. Don't go worrying along. It has happened, and it will happen again. Only you and I know, what really happened in that bar, and you know that you can trust me, right?"' I silently nodded. "'So it's only you that has a problem, and you will find a way to deal with it. Just don't think about it too much. Trust me, you will get used to doing this. You did not believe me earlier, right? Still thought it was impossible! And now you have given the first real blowjob in your life, and you did excellent!"'

"'So for tomorrow, I want you to leave work a bit early, tell your boss you have some errands to run, and be ready at four. We will have to do a bit of shopping. You need more outfits, right? Something for every day, you know? So now go to bed and rest. There will be new adventures tomorrow. Sleep well, sweetie."' She left and I turned around and got into my apartment. I drank lots, but could not loose the taste in my mouth. I heard somebody knocking at the door above, and couldn't help but smile. When I went to bed, I reflected briefly on the day. It seemed unreal. I still felt me sucking this guy's cock, but mercifully fell asleep after a few minutes, dead tired and afraid of the next day.

  

  

  

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