“So………” “Well I think I can let you go.” I walk towards my bag. “If you can promise that it’s not you selling.” I walk back with s...mething in my hand. “And you wear these as a sign of good faith.” I hand up boy shorts. “I guess since if I didn’t I might lose my job and maybe go to prison.” You say in a sarcastic tone. “That’s right, prison! And you need to wear them every Friday. And I will know when you aren’t.” You raise your brow momentarily until I pull out my phone tap twice on it and. "You were... until now," Jessie laughed. "I just got home."For the first time, Brad noticed the two glasses Jessie was holding."What's that?" he asked, gesturing toward the glasses."Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. You look so handsome, I just wasn't thinking. It's a Scotch and water for both of us," she said, holding his glass out to him.Brad took the glass and grinned. "Aren't you a little young to be drinking this stuff?"Jessie downed over half of her stiff drink before answering her big. Shinju ran her fingers over Pat's checks and chin and gathered the dripping overrun of his cum, and slowly let Pat lick it from her fingers. I thought at one moment she was going to lick her friends face clean or give Pat an opened tongue kiss to sample the last drops of Rick's load herself, but by some miracle she restrained herself.Rick's cock never softened for even a moment and he then grabbed his wife for some open air bench fucking of their own. When they finished, the two women rejoined. For the first few weeks our encounters were similar to that in my first story; sometimes he would fuck me in the back seat of his car while other times we would just sit and kiss while wanking off each others cocks until we spurted our cum, which would usually end up all over me as he seemed to enjoy seeing me covered in cum. I often wondered if he was really satisfied seeing my chest and face covered with just his and my loads or whether he would prefer to see me really drenched by multiple.