"I guess today won't work. Maybe tomorrow?" If you want to come over today I can come get you. I have my mom's car." Really?" she said excitedly. "Wel... sure, that'd be okay," she said with obviously feigned nonchalance.She gave me her address, and I said I'd see her in half an hour or so.The Paytons' home was a modest three bedroom rambler in a working class neighborhood similar to my family's. There weren't any opulent palaces around, but from the well maintained lawns and the spic and span. He lightly laughed and asked me if that was too much for me to handle. Before he could finish his sentence I swallowed his cock balls deep and to my surprise my gag reflex wasn't as violent.I knew what he wanted. Most top guys like a good deep throat. I held his nine-inch cock down my throat as long as I could. The extreme urge to gag and pull him out of my throat was too much. He sensed my desire despite my ability. And suddenly he had me on my knees, my head buried in a mountain of pillows. I won’t do anything to break her blessed heart. Neither will you.” The threat was implicit, every bit as venomous as his own. “If you have to keep seeing that Indian girl, then that’s how it’s gonna be. You watch it, though. What I’m saying is, I know what guys who got two or three girlfriends get up to, and if I hear you’ve been talking Jenny into that kind of shit, I will have your arms and legs broken. You hear me?” It took Jahn a minute to puzzle out what the convict was hinting at.. "Well that's your call. If you leave now, though, you don't get the dress." I really wanted the dress. "Can I see it real quick? To make sure you have it." Mike smiled and left the room for a minute as the other guys talked to me, asking me questions. By the time Mike came back, they knew I wasn't a virgin, that I've only been with one guy before, that I just turned 18 and the size of my boobs. Mike returned with a zipped up garment bag and unzipped it a little to show me the top of the dress..