"Is that all, bitch, just sixty bucks?" He asked after looking inside my purse.He looked at his friend, who nodded his head.“We can make a deal, if ...ou have no money." I looked at him in the eyes."You suck my dick, bitch. If you refuse, we'll just fuck your pussy instead." Oh no, please…" I sobbed. But he grabbed again my hair and pushed my head back against the wall. I let out a loud scream, but he put a filthy cloth in my mouth, gagging me."I guess that's a refusal, so, you will be fucked. So I doubt She could have seen my face. As the cabin began to warm with our collective body heat, she loosened her scarf and removed the cowl of her jacket. I had never and have never since then, seen such gentle strength and womanly beauty in any other person in my life. She was lovely. Looking at her, I was reminded of winter ice on a mountain stream when the summer begins to warm the land. Cool and distant, though not beyond the warmth of passion. Her undercurrents of emotion, that ran. “Fuck my face, sir.”I oblige, putting my still semi-flacid cock into her waiting mouth. She expertly flicks her tongue over it, working the tip, the shaft, the balls. It was official: this chick was a slut, and she’d had all the cock sucking practice someone could want. I quickly grow in her mouth, with a full 8 inch erection that was thick as a water bottle I start using her face like it was a fleshlight. I could hear her gagging as she could only fit a couple of inches down her throat, I feel. She knew Susan was single so that shouldn't be much problem. She had supper that night then told her parents she'd be going to the local college library to do some research. Then, she slipped into something comfortable and headed to Susan Phillips' home for the evening.Brenda parked near Susan's home but not right in front of it so there wouldn't be a clear link to her having been there. When she got to the door of Susan's house, she knocked and stood, expecting Susan to answer it in a matter.