Gone is the slit of her pussy and in its place is a pair of golf ball sized balls.“Service me,” Jenny growls.Cassandra simply moves forward, openi...g her mouth and letting the swelling cockhead slip between her lips. She sucks on it for a moment, pushing forward and allowing the thick length to move further inside her mouth, bumping up against the back of her throat until she relaxes and swallows, taking it deeper still.“Oh, wow,” Brandy says, watching in awe. “That’s fucking unbelievable.”Jenny. All of that pretty much wiped my savings, so I had to find work. I picked up a job as an instructor for a firearms and self-defense academy in a town about a hour’s drive away. That was okay for a while but I got tired of dealing with pseudo-macho wannabee tough guys, so I started looking for something else to do. About then, a retired Lieutenant Colonel for whom I’d worked asked if I’d like to be a reader/editor for a book he was writing. That went well, and gave me the idea of doing something. His table had filled, another couple had joined them and a few people were standing nearby. He didn’t look at me that I could see, and I turned back to Carrie. The beep of my phone startled me and I nearly shrieked. It was as if a line of electricity connected us from across the room. She turned to order each of us another drink and I opened the text. 22 bitch. I began, took a deep breath and sat a little straighter, screaming at myself to concentrate, not to mess up the count. Carrie. By now, we had already performed a Shakespearean play together, so I already knew everyone well and until then, no one in particular had sparked my interested. Then there was Michael. Michael was 17 and an extremely confident, loud and hilarious drama student who every one knew, loved and aspired to. Girls wanted to be with him and guys wanted to be him. He wasn’t traditionally good looking but he had this serious inner sexiness that I could never quite put my finger on. He had light brown wild.