It pushes at the back of my throat making mewant to chock, I fear that I could drown in my own vomit with it on.The hand leaves it there and then pull... away. I hear a voice, this timeit is male, it says "next time if you don't come forward Mark Healey thenit will be a real cock in your daughter's mouth." Then I see the womanagain, she has a needle, I shake my head no but it does nothing, I losemyself again.I wake up; it's the same room. On the bedside table there is a glass oforange juice, I. When I came out with my bike, I saw her standing at the entrance. I stopped near her and asked what is she doing her and why didn’t she go by cab. She said that she’s feeling uncomfortable and asked whether I can drop her. I was happy inside but didn’t show her and asked her whether she’s sure to abt it.She said that she actually went to the cab driver to inform that she won’t be coming in a cab and that’s why she went immediately when I told her bat my bike. And then she asked, “Shall we start. .." I led her to it. "Get in the passenger side -- I'm driving." Yeah, okay, no problem... "Now wait here while I go clock out. Don't go anywhere!" Where was I going? She had my car keys...I sat there wondering if the source of my intoxication was beer or Beatrice -- and decided it was both! As long as she was coming back, I was content to wait -- necking with Beatrice was the best thing I'd done in months! I may have drifted some -- the next thing I remember is her getting into the driver's. I started slow, my hands on her waist. I asked, “How does my cock feel in you dyke?”“So goooood,” she responded.“Is it better than Rod’s cock?” I asked.“So much better,” she replied, “Please, fuck me harder; fill my cunt with your cock.”I began pumping the 6 inch toy in and out faster and deeper, eventually allowing the whole cock to disappear into my beautiful friend’s pussy.“Don’t stop, please, never stop fucking me,” she screamed as she climaxed from the fast paced fucking. I kept fucking.