It only takes a few more pumps of her hand before I feel myself coming again. Before I can cry out to tell her, I feel her mouth on top of mine and sh... swallows my cry in a searing kiss.But the kiss doesn’t last long. Before I can process her fast movements, Lauren is straddling my stomach and now I can feel just how wet all this has made her. She’s sliding against my skin she’s so wet.“Give me your right hand and point three fingers up,” she husks out and I can tell that Lauren is not going to. I was a bit vigilant to this mild cock addiction but I was not worried. One Tuesday afternoon at work I was sitting around when a black 2008 Audi rolled in and as the door opened it was an older gentleman about 55 and he looked important from the way he talked and dealt with Mr. Vick. So the man left and we started to work on his engine. A few days later the man came back and Mr. Vick was not around and so I had to take the payment. Upon doing so the man asked me whats your name son? And I. I check my watch: f******n minutes – not bad, but then she knows not to displease me. I pick up the intercom. ‘It’s me!’ She proclaims in an irritatingly gleeful tone. ‘Yeah… surprise, surprise… right, you are going to do EXACTLY as I say… understand … or it’s all over between us!’ There’s never anything to be gained for a man like me, or any man if truth be known, in being soft with a slut… and if ever there was such a creature as an über slut then she was it! ‘When I release the outer door. No, perhaps it was my eyes playing tricks on me. I definitely knew this woman. It was just that this side of her was so foreign to me that I had nearly mistaken her for someone else. Gone was the kind and innocent demure that she had exuded on a daily basis, what I saw and heard was the stark opposite.The pale moonlight penetrated through the dull blue drapes, that we called a poor excuse for a curtain, shining upon my parents who were passionately engaging in sex, eagerly exploring each.