‘Well, Jane, let’s hope one day I can call you Janie. What do you think? Perhaps I can take you to lunch as a thank you for visiting me today?’ ... hesitated. A week had gone by already and I had not written a single word on wine. After my visit to the art gallery I had decided to drive to the town of Binissalem to try and arrange a vineyard tour. The deadline for my article was getting closer and now I was on my own, I needed every penny I could earn. ‘I see you’re not sure, but don’t worry. I. I grab my open pack of Newport 100’s plus a fresh pack and followed Traci next door. Carrie was sitting on the couch doing a hoot when we walked in and Traci sat next to her so I sat in the chair. As soon as Traci sat down she reached for her own pipe and took hoot. As she exhaled she said “Hmm I have been waiting all night for this and handed the re loaded pipe to me, which I willingly accepted and took a big hoot of my own. We all sat and smoked cigarettes, funny we all smoked Newport 100’s,. Without a doubt as his eyes finished tracing her body and burning it into his mind’s eye, Taylor was a beautiful woman who seemed to be selfless but also had been his saving grace since she had filled his company every day for the past weeks. She opened her eyes and reached up to stroke his temple. There in that moment with their eyes searching the other’s soul, shortcomings, age old haunts and all the questions in the world no longer mattered. Though Leif would need permission from Sir Glen. I paid good for this, Potbelly said, and he moved his hands from the back of my head to wrapping around my neck. He squeezed firmly, pushing and pulling my head up and down slightly, fucking my face with his cock. He never moved my head enough to let me a breath of air, and after seconds tears were streaming down my face from pain and from choking. A sudden wave of nausea washed over me and before I knew it, I was puking against Potbellys cock, the contents of my stomach unloading on his balls.