Her index finger touched and smeared a drop of my precum across the head of my cock and she moved her finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.“Ummm!...That was good. I want more. I want to taste your cum.”“If you want to taste my cum, then get over here and start sucking on my cock, you little slut.”“I’ve never sucked a man’s cock before. What do I do?”“You have watched all those dirty DVDs and read all those nasty magazines. You know what to do. Suck my cock just like the women in those pictures. “Did you have a good time?” I asked her.“That doesn’t even begin to describe it,” she answered, “I’ll tell you all about it this evening.”That evening Carla described her session with Bobby in detail. It turned me on to hear it, the more she talked the harder my cock got.“I’d love to watch you two,” I told her.“Yes, that’s the plan going forward,” she replied, “Bobby wants you with us at our next meeting, which will be Saturday evening. So do I. You need to see for yourself what a stud he is.. Well we both had a few more drinks, me more so than him. After I was good and liquored up, our conversation turned naughtier. He stood up from the couch and pulls out a small bowl and a lighter. "Do you want some?" he asked. I simply nodded and he began to load the bowl and hand me his lighter. I took a hit and passed it back to him and continued to smoke, drink and talk. Just then, I get a text from Jamie saying that she would probably be at work all night. Her boss was getting on everybody to. Again, I was, again, in the same position where my legs were pointing straight up and Arif and his fat body were between my legs. I tried to punch him away and he leaned down and put both of his elbows on my hands and pinned my hands completely. The fat bastard was using his weight to full advantage. His lower body was pinning my lower part, and his hands and belly my upper body. His face was directly in front of me. After helplessly trying to get out from under him for a few seconds, I gave up.