I feel her beginning to twitch on my dick as she orgasms. I continue for a few more minutes, giving her multiple more climaxes and as I feel my climax...coming, the car stops and we have arrived at Lorraine’s house. She yells to Sandra to jump off my dick, she wants my load on her face. As Sandra slips off of me, I lean to the car door and as it flings open, Lorraine drops to her knees and takes a giant wad of cum in her eye, on her chin and in her mouth. She has never looked better. We. “She offered to tell me something, something important, and I refused. And now...” Amber was out of time. She was beginning to see Ricardo’s body relax as he decided she was refusing him. She had noticed the effect before, Ricardo’s body looking totally relaxed before he would strike with lightning speed. What was his target now, her eyes, her throat, her kidneys? “Not my throat,” Amber thought. “There are so few people left to torture. He would not make my death so swift.” She finally realized. I'd have to wait for the reply -- the elevator blocked my service. But I could wait, I was in an awesome mood, because it was a Thursday. Thursdays used to suck -- they were the worst day of the week; they're near the end of a tiring workweek, and you still have to drag your ass out of bed one more time. But now, though, Thursdays are the best weekday ever. Why? The simple answer: Girl Scouts.My phone didn't beep in response until I sat on the bus. I tapped the face, and brought up the message.. Dave wasn't begging or anything. He even said that If I didn't want to that it would be ok. But I knew that it wouldn't. Dave has a fabulous job with a consulting firm and brings in big..BIG money. With the economy the way it is and all, I knew that we would have a hard time finding a job that came close to paying as well. I know I shouldn't be thinking about money, but I am used to this lifestyle now. I don't want to give it up. And I figured that if fucking this little asshole boss would.