Blanchard wasn’t in full agreement by her body language, though she didn’t say much until the very end. Your mom told Mr. Blanchard about how sinf...l you were and how many girls you’d had. Then she made her fatal mistake. She said she was sad to see a nice girl like Kara turned into just another one of your sluts.”“She didn’t!” I gasped, open mouthed, as even for Mom, that was just going too far!“Oh, yes, she did. And at that point, Mr. Blanchard lost it, as you can imagine. From his. He started to push it deeper into my throat and I started to gag. ?Mmmmphh??ackkkk?..guckkk!I could hear Alfie laughing his head off. He loved every minute of this as he shoved it in and out.?Suck harder you little fuck, suck like your life depended on it!?I did as he said. I have never sucked anything harder than this in my life.?Cup my balls. Caress them, come on!? He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head into his crotch. I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.Soon. I looked through narrowed eyelids trying not to alert him to my wakefulness as he purposefully jerked his cock, the other hand holding his iPhone. Another flash, this one caught an image of me lying diagonally across the bed legs almost demurely tight together, just revealing the v of my sex, with maybe the possibility of a peek of my freshly shaved lips. I continued to feign sleep, barely able to see him as he moved closer towards the foot of the bed. I felt his moist fingers gently grip my. .. the opportunity to see if the sissy I had been communicating with over Hamster was for real, or just another fake-tease bitch.I booked at the same hotel on the river I had before... the view was great last time. I told him I was coming to town, and ordered a bunch of clothes that I thought would accentuate his "assets" best.I tend to like my bitches - behind closed doors to dress really slutty. I told him to meet me at the hotel bar in the lobby.he was five minutes late - I fucking hate.