He walked at a quicker pace than I imagined, but, I kept up with him. In the car he removed my ball gag so I could give him a blow job as he drove. He...parked the car at a park and grasped my head with his hands shoving my mouth further onto his swollen cock. I tasted his precum and wished he’d unload into my throat to possibly prevent the public humiliation of sucking or fucking him. Much to my happiness and need for nourishment, he came in waves of hot, salty, rich cum.My lips, cheeks and hair. This one took place in someone’s living room. Once again, it looked homemade. Once again the girl was pretty though this one had dark hair. I counted a dozen guys in the room with her ranging from young, fit, and hot too older but not bad looking.“Guy filming is her husband. Can you believe that?”I watched as they pushed her down on the coffee table. Someone had thoughtfully put a thick looking foam pad on top of it. She was naked, of course, her pussy shaved, her nipples swollen and hard. Most. "What, have sex with them, you mean? Oh no. I didn't mind photocopying my tits and my ass. That was just a bit of fun. Girls always do it at office parties. Anyway," she said, changing the subject. "How come there are no women here? Tom told me there were two girls working in this office." Yeah, they were here, but Ray scared them off," Steve said."Doesn't surprise me," Sally laughed. "Shame though. I'm sure you could have got them to do the photocopying thing, as you all seem to like that sort. I pushed the slab of wood that served as the door and entered to the crack of pool balls and Stevie Ray Vaughn on the jukebox. My eyes didn't need to adjust since the joint maintained a perpetual twilight. I wasn't going to look for Cherrie, just head to the bar for a beer, but there she was, facing the dance floor and leaning against the bar with both elbows. One guy in a stool was engaging her in conversation while two others stood in front of her looking down her dress. Even from fifteen.