Someone is doing a whole lot of laundry around here. Her black dress and undies from Friday are laying on the bed, all freshly cleaned too. But what...makes her heart stop is that there is an open suitcase on the bed which Donald is packing.‘What!!?? Is he sending her away today?’ She had thought she would spend the night here, with him hopefully beside her like last night. Tears form in the corners of her eyes, but she stops herself as she does not want to ruin her makeup when Donald hasn’t. Inside her mouth, her tongue swirls around the head, sending chills down my legs. I swear I could feel every tiny bumpy texture of her tongue rubbing the head of my cock, and I feel that same tongue texture rubbing the sensitive underside of my cock when she takes my head deep in her throat. I grab her blonde hair, but again, not controlling her movements. I don’t have to. She knows just how deep inside I like it, she knows how to vary her speeds bobbing her head, she’s capable of. He didn’t brand me. That was my foolish mistake.”“Abby, I’ll let you now up front that if for some reason you decide to be with me, I want that repulsive tattoo erased. There is no way I’m going to be looking at that.”“You men are all alike. I do what I want to my body. Why don’t you just pee on me to mark your territory? I’m a free woman. No one owns me!”“If that were the case then why the hell is his name inked on your ass?”She glared at me and said, “Dammit, Alex! I don’t want to fight about. "I got all fluttery inside. "Pizza's the magic word. I'd love to but I'd better check with Mom first in case she has something special planned for dinner." I can give you a ride home if you want." Thanks but I live just up the street. I'll check as soon as I get home and give you a call, OK?" Do that! By the way, it'll be my treat." Just being around you is enough treat for me!" That flirtation jumped out of my mouth before my brain was in gear and I immediately regretted it. "Uh, I'm sorry..