I had to wait by the door until a guy came out, stepping inside before the door closed. It was dark inside and I stood off to the side for a couple of...minutes while my eyes adjusted. There weren't more than a dozen customers but there were two bare-breasted women dancing on the bar. Neither of them were especially good looking but their bouncing boobs and the way they moved their hips was enough to stir me up a little. Careful not to bump into any chairs, I edged my way to the bar to get a. Despite the reality and fiction all mixed in her alcohol hazed brain, she had passed off any sexual memory as part of her dream.I was relieved that the remaining memories were vague, and that she had not heard what happened under her nose with the twins earlier in the day. If her feelings and memories were clearer, or she had heard us, it could cause a few awkward questions that I don’t think either of us wanted to have raised. Again, I was thankful for Amara’s discretionary powers.I probed. Just touching the base of his glans sparked an involuntary heave from his hips, a little cry from his mouth. As I circled the tip with my tongue I tasted pre-cum. I knew he was ready, but there was a little more to do on the path to climax. I mouthed all his tip, bathing it with my tongue, then slipped just the tip in my mouth, holding him there. I could feel the groan of desire through his body. I moved my head down his length in slow stages, licking and sucking. By the time my lips met his. Well, I just told him the fucking truth. I yelled at him that he was a mistake and that I regretted the day he was born. He was furious! We argued back and forth at each other, calling each other names and yelling out obscenities. He screamed at me to shut up and shoved my mouth down on his cock. I bobbed up and down his rod, slurping up his precum. He told me I was a filthy fucking whore and that this was all I was good for. I bitched back at him as I continued to suck his cock. I knew he.