"You know what to do, cocksucker. Make my cock happy. Make it squirt a big load of cum down your throat, you cocksucking faggot." His language and ton... just made me even hornier and I forced my mouth back to the base of his thick cock. I began to bob up and down his shaft, using my tongue on the head and my lips to milk the shaft. I was rewarded with moans of pleasure from Jay. After a few minutes, his hips began to thrust upward slightly each time I sank down his cock. Together we worked his. " It wasn't long before I shot my load I swear a foot in the air. Rachel kept stroking until I was soft. She took away her hand licked some of the cum from her hand and walked away with a grin.It wasn't long before my father arrived and Friday evening and most of the weekend I never had a chance to talk to Rachel alone. My mind raced; was this the beginning of something incredible or just a one-time ego boast for Rachel.Finally, on Sunday evening I came downstairs to find Rachel alone in front. “We can’t do this. There’s someone sitting right in front of us. They’ll hear.”She laughed. “He’s got headphones on. It’s so loud you can hear it from here.” I paused, looked to the Walkman in his lap, the opening three-note strings-and-guitar salvo of Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” leaking full-blast from the earbuds—duh duh dunt, duh duh dunt—as he nodded his head enthusiastically to the beat. He wasn’t going to hear anything. Her tongue explored my ear. I pulled on her nipples; she gripped my cock. She was one of the five women who had in-processed with him at Assignments. She was older, maybe late 50's, andhe had not given her much consideration at the time. She wasattractive enough in a faded-glory kind of way with dark hair and aslender build. She was dressed differently than Ethan remembered, whichhad hindered his recognizing her. At Assignments, they had all beenwearing the purple dresses and sandals. Now she had on blue jeans anda t-shirt with jogging shoes."My name's Ethan,".