Wanting more was a precarious desire. What seemed like hours was actually a quick fifteen minute drive. Not even locking the door on my car, I fled t... my apartment and up the stairs. Vincent would probably be late I realized, he always was. Busting through my apartment door I made way for my bedroom. Changing rapidly into shorts and a t-shirt. I put my now unruly sex hair into a bun and stuffed my dress of infidelity in the bottom of my laundry hamper. Moments later, I heard Vince call me. .I…..was trying to go pee when Stud came in on me.” I stammered. ” Stud out!” Tim yelled.Walking up to me Tim dropped to his knees. Pulling my legs apart he started licking my wet pussy….flicking his tongue in/out….Looking up at me he asks ” So this is what you wanted? You wanted your pussy licked?” I tried to answer but he went back to licking my pussy. His tongue found my clit and started working around it…bringing such pleasure. I could. I couldn't believe that here I was dressed like a whore and on my knees in the trash behind a garbage dumpster sucking black cock. The next thing I new he pulled me up turn me around and pushed on my back to bend me over. He reached up and pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties and hose down and I was thinking thankfully I was still a little lubed up from wearing my butt plug. The next thing I knew he was sliding his beautiful cock in and out of me. It hurt some but I was in heavenn getting. " And she'll keep quiet in the meantime!"Hailey swung her arms around my neck and kissed me.I felt I was being rewarded without having earned it; I wouldn't be around to face a sixteen year old Yvonne anyway. All I had done was to make it less likely she would say anything at the cost of having my prick squeezed a little tightly and then rubbed in a quite nice manner for a couple of seconds.Now if Yvonne could only resist bragging to her friends, or rather, resist bragging too much. Catching.