She was going to get out of the house and party!!!Three drinks and half a dozen phone calls later, Danica was still at home with no prospects of leavi...g. Not one of her friends with a car was home. Damn Celia! She had to stay home and keep her practicing stupid chants until everyone had already gone out. Now she was going to have to spend her Celia-free Friday night alone. Well damned if she was going to spend it sober!The clock struck midnight, and a very drunk Danica giggled. Time to pray to. Draco's dick was well down her throat, cutting off her airway. She tried to pull back but Draco's hold was too great. Seconds kept ticking and with each passing second, the oxygen in her blood was getting depleted. Her mind started racing, trying to figure out what she did to make Draco mad. She ran through the scenario of the last couple of minutes trying to figure out what sparked Draco's anger. The only thing that had changed was her body's exhaustion and consequently, her vigor at. As soon as I stubbed out my cigarette and looked up, I saw a high rolling car stop in front of me.From within stepped out a fair lady in her mid-thirties, tall, average built (not too thin), well endowed, long brown hair tied in a bun, big black sunglasses, long nose, pushed up cheek. She wore an olive green sleeveless knee length dress with buttons in the front and a black belt on the waist. To complement her look she was wearing black slippers and no jewelry.Not that I had not seen women as. . I don’t even know the right word to use ... mechanical.”I waited semi-patiently for him to continue.“I think you’ve spoiled me over the past six years. She wasn’t really good at...”“Giving head?”“Yeah ... it felt like she was just going through the motions. It was pretty obvious she did it because it was something she was expected to do ... not because she enjoyed doing it.”“Some women have a real problem with it.”“Not you.”I seductively looked into his eyes. “I’m not most women.”I started.