.”“It’s like, well, like an addiction. You can’t make an addict change their behavior, you can only point out to them the consequences and the...costs, and a way to make things better. Like smoking - no matter what you tell a smoker about quitting, if they don’t want to quit, they won’t.”Shawanda nodded in understanding. Her father smoked over a pack a day and showed no interest in quitting at all.“So, the most important thing I do is try and figure out if the people want help and want to fix. “Game over, man. Game over.” The guy from whatever that movie was again, was shouting the words into my brain. Game over.I turned around and walked back, sulking. Don’t worry, I thought. When you don’t show up, she’ll come for you.Maybe.Maybe not.Probably not.But as I passed the doors to the sleeping compartments one more time, I noticed a note stuck to one of them. This was it, a note from her:“More.”Yes! I thought. And fuck you, pessimistic movie guy.I walked in.She was sitting on the bed,. And, over and over, she whipped her tongue around my prick, lashing against me, using her tongue as a whip. She made me spread my legs and she ran her tongue down my shaft she slowly made me raise myself a little as she attacked my butt hole with her tongue. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long and I grabbed her hair. She knew I was about to cum and she returned her mouth to my cock and started jerking me faster.Gonna come! I cried only seconds later. She sucked even harder. . When she felt. “You broke the rules.” He may have been laughing, but she could see something else creeping into his eyes as he took in the luscious columns of flesh descending from her skirt. That same hungry, helpless look. He hadn’t changed a bit. And neither had his effect on her.“I’m sorry,” she said. “Are you mad at me?”“Furious. For this you need to be taken over my knee and spanked. Repeatedly.” He slowly took off his baseball cap, like he was doing a tantalizing strip tease, to reveal his bald.