Arnie. The baker."There was silence, and Arnie knew they were coming. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn't work.They would...find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they knew he was the only one who could make the donuts.The donuts that they had to have now.If he could just distract them somehow, buy some time so that he could dump the flour down the toilet, maybe then he could stop this nightmare from happening.But. . " I'm Ann's friend, aren't I?" Yeah... " Call me dumb, but I fail to see how this isn't really my business." I guess you're right." Look, George, I know this is rough on you. It isn't exactly something you asked to be dropped in your lap. But we'll figure it out, okay? You, and me, and Ann, we'll work it out."She put her finger on my chin and tilted my head up. Such a simple gesture, but even that light touch made me feel a little bit better."It's gonna be okay, honey. I promise. I'm here for. "You're going to get tired, but just tell yourself, 'Bullshit, I ain't tired, ' and keep it going." No, I'm good," she said.She was, too. She was fine. She birdied that first hole and sliced and diced the front nine for four under at the turn. Nobody else in her foursome was even playing par golf.Things got a little hairier on the back nine. Her lack of sleep was starting to take a toll. She gave back a stroke on thirteen, and carded a couple of listless pars on the next two holes -- including. Until all 8 inches were there. He slammed harder into my mouth his balls slapping across my chin as saliva began to run down the corners of my mouth and onto my breasts. I massaged my breasts covering them in saliva as he slid out my mouth and began to fuck my breasts. He pumped harder and harder until finally I felt him about to cum. “Where do you want it baby?”“In my mouth baby please in my mouth.” I opened wide and drank him as he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could.