1. Chapter 4 Hot Flashes and Hotter Oral Love


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    get more pleasure out of me than she does because I am really your creation.&#034 &#034I thought that up until this morning until you told me about your mother,&#034 Helen added with a laugh. &#034It seems she was working on you years before I got my turn. You really have to fly her up here so I can meet her. You were her sissy first. Now we could compare notes.&#034 We were both wearing large sunglasses which gave us the ability to people watch without being obvious. I heard Helen take a short intake of breath as she reached over and grabbed my hand under the table and gave it a tight squeeze. &#034Oh God,&#034 she whispered. &#034That's Derek across the street with the dark suit on. If he sees us and comes over I don't want you to say a thing. Just let me do all the talking. When he talks to you I'll answer.&#034 I looked over across the street and I saw a sharply dressed man in a blue suit and the only adjective I could think of to immediately describe him was hard. He had a vague air of respectability about him that anyone could tell was just a thin veneer tightly held over an underlying coiled spring of steel. He wasn't the man you would want to offend or get caught looking too closely at his wife. He emanated a certain threat which I am sure he cultivated over the years in whatever bit of the underworld he occupied. He was also just the sort of man Helen preyed upon: dangerous, unpredictable and seemingly untameable. As luck would have it, he spotted Helen and ...
    confidently walked across the street, grabbed a chair and joined us at the table. Helen kept hold of my hand under the table gripping me tightly as if to remind me of her words or warning. Things didn't bode well for that as I saw his eyes firmly lock on me and he studied me from my feet to my hair with a knowing superior smirk on his face. I was embarrassed by his attention and blushed and looked downward. I was used to men looking at me but not with the sort of intense scrutiny of Derek. I felt I was being assessed as to my value in a clinical way, not so much as a sex object, but as a possession that could be owned and traded. The waiter served Helen and I our poached eggs on toast but the last thing I wanted to do was pick up a fork and eat. The two of them seemed to whisper together but I couldn't hear what they were saying as the heat of another hormonal surge took over my body coupled with what I assumed was a panic attack, which was another unfortunate consequence of my oestrogen treatment. I had the wherewithal to quickly reach in my bag, grab my pill case and quickly dry swallow two valium tablets, but the warmth and tranquillity I would feel when they kicked in was ten minutes away. My brow and chest grew red from the heat of my body. I could see Helen and Derek whispering to each other but their voices were too faint to hear. He kept looking at me and shaking his head with a look of disbelief whilst she nodded her head. She had a concerned look on her face whereas he had a ...
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