Thirty minutes later, phone in hand, my options were running out. I fought through my embarrassment and called 9-1-1. Being vague, I only told the ope...ator I had a sticky situation requiring immediate medical attention. Five minutes later I heard the sirens outside. Quick ambulance service. Just one of the perks of being Caucasian in the new South. My lone remaining hope was for blind, elderly, female paramedics. So, of course, it was two young males who were Billy Idol fans apparently since. Very calmly she asked, ’Do you masturbate?’ 
I froze. Had I heard her correctly? I stammered a weak, umm yeah, I guess, sometimes . As strange and confusing as her question was, her response was even stranger. She smiled and said almost under her breath and to herself, “Oh, lovely, Yes. I bet you do it a lot, don't you?” I didn't know if I was supposed to answer so I think I just made a kind of ‘mmmmmhuh’ noise.

Then as quick as a flash, things became quite normal. She changed her toned and. She told Johnwhat number they were in. Lucky there was no guys milling around to inter-rupt them. First thing sharon did was to give Jill some breath spray and four mints life savers." Ok Honeycakes let's get you tidied upfirst." at that statement there was a knock at the door. Sharon opened it just enough to let two packages pass though. Sharon opened on of the packages and snifted "Mmmfrench vanilla spice. Apparently my husband wants you to be our little dessert."Little dessert was a fitting. She started and I can’t tell you much I regretted at that moment. Not because, she was bad at sucking. Not at all, but because she was so good at it. She sucked it so amazing, Oh My God, what cock sucker she was and I regretted because I haven’t tried it for so long.It was the most amazing suck I have ever had till date. I am still getting hard thinking about it.Now, after fucking her hard once, I was feeling like peeing. So I said, “Let’s go to the washroom.” And she like a good slave, started.