Probably been to the Church-center down the block. “i can do the laundry for you, for a few coins or sumpthin..” he said. Amelie smiled quickly, w...th her mouth only. No stranger was going to wash her clothes! “I have no cash…but I think I have 2 beers upstairs…you can have them…” She went past him, squatted down and began to fill 3 of the machines. The man began to complaint behind her. Yes, it was true that he was homeless, and that he liked to drink, but he was actually trying to be useful to. A vicious, yet highly erotic state indeed.Our eyes were still locked on each other as I reached around and grabbed a tightly held handful of her blonde hair and used it to slowly pull her head down. Her mouth opened as she knew what was coming.By this point, my very hard cock had escaped the towel and now it was slowly ... very slowly, being swallowed up into the slave’s mouth as my grip on her hair forced her down until I was fully and finally lodged in her throat.“Do not move, slave. You will. I relaxed my throat and allowed him deeper access to my wet, moist throat. My neck felt swollen, and I couldn't breath, as he slipped past my hard palate to the soft part of my mouth. Boy, I loved sucking him. He was not in a hurry and did not try to break my jaw, by fucking my face hard. We stayed in this position, just sucking and slurping each other in an ultimate 69 until we could not take it anymore. Finally, he got off me and positioned himself over me. He positioned the tip of his penis. "Don't worry; you just drank a bit too much last night. It doesn't take much for you to get a buzz." As he tells me this, I try to remember the last thing I did last night, but nothing comes to mind. The thought of this scares me. What if he already violated me? Was this all just a game to him? "Why are you doing this?!" I nearly scream out, though my voice sounds as though I have a frog in it. "Relax yourself; you're getting worked up for nothing... And I'm doing this because I always get.