After thanking him for the entertainment I made my way upstairs. Prior to switching my bedside lamp off, Rod entered my room and approached me. Bendin... over me he kissed me on my lips. The kiss wasn’t prolonged but sensually sustained. Ruffling my hair, he then bid me goodnight before leaving.Rod only worked half days on Saturdays and invited me along to meet his crew. I had never seen such a motley bunch in my life. There was enough ink to sustain a tattoo parlour for a year. They were a nice. Tim and Marcy grew up together and had a thing but now they are just close friends. Tim is tall and lanky with shaggy brown hair and a chiseled jaw line. And he always dresses like he’s ready for a run. Today he reminds me of that Olympics guy from the Wheaties box. He wears a Budweiser tee, navy gym shorts and yellow and blue Nikes. A baby blue bandana is fashioned around his head like a headband. Bruce Jenner, I suddenly recall.Mr. Tracey is now standing in front of the green chalkboard.. He hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I straddled him on the sofa and inserted his manhood in me. In my head, I was still jealous. He was rubbing my clit and tickling it as I went up and down. I was moaning loudly and scratching the back of his neck.P: Easy, baby. You don't want to leave those love marks, do you?I just smiled at him and continued fucking him. This guy is mine. For now. And yes, I wanted to leave those scratches at the back of his head.He removed my blouse and my bra. Any time he needs to go, we find somewhere private and I guzzle down his piss as it flows from him into the back of my throat, then I clean up every drop from his dick with my tongue.I imagine him taking me to a large gathering like a convention or pride event, all dressed up with my collar, a sexy little black lace number and kitten heels. We meet up with a bunch of his big burly daddy friends, all of them large, bearded and strong. Him showing me off like a little trophy wife, boasting about.