Groaning he pulls out slightly enough so I can breathe a moment and pushes back into my throat. “Christ, Cassandra, I’m not going to last long. Yo... feel so damn good.”He begins pumping into my throat, my eyes watering down my face but never leaving his. One, two, three more pumps and he strains against my mouth. “Swallow it all... Good girl.” I swallow every drop, feeling his cum run down my throat. I suckle his cock as it begins to soften just slightly, cleaning him as he pulls out of my. Suddenly the earth was moving again. She realized he was lifting her, carrying her. She saw the doorway to the smaller room and he lay her on the bed ... the bed where, just last night, she had given in to temptation. Her mind warred with itself as part of it insisted she'd done nothing wrong, while the other reminded her that Aunt Maureen had warned her about insanity. She gasped again."Maureen!" she wheezed."Maureen?" Bob echoed. "Is that your name?"His hand was lying on her shoulder. She. There's not a mean bone in her body." Well, at least they haven't had kids. I don't think they could live on what she makes if they had kids. She's working as a waitress down at Klein's Restaurant. I doubt she makes over minimum wage and I'm sure the tips are lousy." Maybe I'll stop in and see her before I go west. I should apologize to her for how I treated her." I don't know if that's a good idea or not, Honey. You know it's always better to let sleeping dogs lie. When do you have to head. "Yes," she answered, "I memorized this sentence for you and it means it is nice to meet you." I think what you said was in Italian, and I am from Spain." Well, don't you Latin people understand each other?" She smiled then and added "Joke" but I already felt that my need to have sex with her switched from reasons of pure attraction to a need for domination and possession."Actually I want to ask you something," she said."What is it?" Since you are European but from Spain, what ethnicity do you.