.. letme...." No dear. We do not have a choice, and neither do you! If you don't dothis, then the school will press charges and you'll go to jail! We ...implycannot, and will not, let that happen! In fact, we don't like doing thisany more than you do, but we all have to find a way to cope with it, won'twe?"I just sat there, crushed as the reality set in. Once again my parents hadleft my fate in my own hands. I could resist and probably suffer ridicule,even though I would still be a girl, or, I. I check my phone; an email from Ashlee is the first thing I see.Hey Paul,Give me a call. A couple of friends of mine are going out this afternoon and you are coming with us. Don't ask, you are coming along. Here is my phone number 913-555-1234. Call me, we are leaving at noon.Later,AshleeOk, looks like I have something to do today. Breakfast, shower, ring ring. There goes my phone again. "Hello." Paul Johnson please." Speaking." Mr. Johnson, this is Gary from the dealership. Have I caught you. You lay the cigar down and get on your knees, undoing my pants and dropping them to the ground. We throw them to the side and you lay me down on the lounge chair. You grab the cigar and start blowing smoke on my cock as you put it in your mouth and begin to suck on me. You look at me, holding your cigar with one hand, stroking me with the other as your lips and tongue work my cock. You take my cock deep in your mouth, working your tongue on my spot and you feel me throb. You take another puff,. ”“Understood. Is this a good time for a BullShot?”John and Mary nodded. John stood. His erection bobbed as he walked to the bar. Mary and Mack openly admired the look of John. He was catlike on his feet and his movements drew attention to his cream-coated erection. He was a sexy man.John poured an abundant amount of Bailey’s into the glass with the manseed; he covered and shook it. He poured equal amounts and carried three glasses to the bed where Mack and Mary now sat cross-legged. Mary’s.