"Kiss my dick baby. I know you want me. Miss Star you are so sexy..." I stop talking as the cock enters my mouth. My tongue is going around as it find... itself deep in my throat I gag a little bit. I don't like blow jobs. I avoid them, but I fight the urge to gag. I get his dick in my hands and lick it for a long time. He stands up and pulls me down on my little red sofa. He is on top of me. I wonder if he will kill me with a pillow and leave and it will be all over the news that "Miss Star dies. I live on the edge of the city in Max’s motel (that’s me. Max I mean) although my real name Pete. I look out of my window before I slumber, your picture placed on my locker beside my bed. I watch the ‘welcome to Ontario and Max’s place’ flash on the Neon sign. It is blue and I am thinking of you, the things we do – and then it turns red, what more can be said – you are there, next to me in bed -but soon it turns a limy green and I feel I am your queen. I hear your voice saying those things to. Kendra was out like a light.Reluctantly Elaine left her roommate, spending the afternoon worrying about possible complications and all the unwanted children in the world. She just wanted to get back to the apartment and make sure Kendra was all right.Arriving home late in the afternoon, Elaine knocked softly before opening Kendra's door. She was still asleep. Elaine didn't wake her. Instead she decided to make spaghetti, Kendra's favourite dish. While the sauce was reducing, Elaine made some. The next Wednesday afternoon established a pattern that we repeated frequently on a Wednesday, and on occasions, on a Saturday night when I was free and their children were staying with friends. After a glass or two of wine accompanied by friendly chat and banter, the three of us would move to the bedroom and undress. Cheryl and I would excite one another with kisses and caresses before progressing to oral sex, after which I would fuck her in a variety of positions, often while Cheryl used her.