"When are you gonna fuck me again?"Mary asks taking the paper towel out of my clutches to wipe off the ejaculate that begins to make its way down her ...uge "E" cup tits."You know when," I say remembering Mrs. O'neil's deal she had made for the last batch of drugs I had given her."Am I not enough?" She asks squeezing her plump tits back into her bra."That's not the point, you made the deal, you need to follow through with it," I say firmly, making her pout."I was high when I made that deal, and. All those public service announcements hadn't been in vain. They told me that having sex with Juniper meant, essentially, that I was having sex with that indeterminately long parade of guys I was picturing -- the long line of guys she had tried on before me.And I was having sex with all the women -- good, bad and indifferent -- that all those guys had screwed.Risky business.All this kind of garbage was barreling through my conscious and subconscious mind at all hours of the day and night. I was. I did my best to ignorethat realisation but every time I swallowed I had to fight a gagreflex. As with the crust in his ass cheeks I had to push quite hardagainst his body to get the last piece. I had the hairs from his legsbrushing my cheeks, his pubic hairs tickling my forehead, my eyes weresquashed close against his upper thighs and my nose was between hislegs smelling feint traces of pee, sweat and pizza.I thanked him. The next crust came from his right armpit, and of coursethere was a. Mine, honestly, won’t really be affected.”“And if they ask where she spent the night?”“That’s up to you and Cecily to decide. I won’t be around for questioning. But I honestly think the computer angle will defuse the situation, if it even arises.”“I sure hope so!”When we finished eating, I paid the check, bid Vickie ‘goodbye’ and went back to the motel. I packed my things, put them in the car, then went to the office to check out. Once that was completed, I headed back to my car for the drive.