He’s not closing off the air but things are going black. I grab at his forearm. It’s so hard. I manage to say ‘no’ and I pull at his arm tryin... to get it away from my throat. He loosens his grip slightly but keeps his hand around my neck. He lifts his head up. He looks me in the eye. ‘Trust me,’ he says. He says it softly in his rich voice. It’s a low growl. I feel the breath of those words breeze across my pussy. My pussy clenches and twitches and there’s a sensation I don’t recognize. I. I wasn't going to do it, but I had to look like I was ready to when Chuck came into the room. I knew that by the time I hit the top of the stairs he would have worked it through in his mind. Right now he was one of Randy's butt boys, but that would all change Monday when he told Randy that I wasn't going to put out any more. He came into the room and saw me getting ready to douche and I saw the panic on his face."Don't Loretta, don't do it. You win. Please, come on to bed."I couldn't resist one. It seemed to rise in anticipation as I dropped to my knees and kissed it gently. Then I was in her, my long slippery tongue licking at the moisture in her slit, she gasped and opened her legs further, allowing me to push my tongue right up into her cunt.For several minutes I hardly moved, my mouth was fastened onto the glistening pink wetness, and only my throat moved as I drank her juices, I savoured them, swirled them around my mouth, swallowed them and then went back for more.Mum just leaned. I remember when I was 5 or 6, I used to try to stay awake and catch Santa, and I'd always strive to wake up really, really early to open my presents. I'd always find a stocking left on my bed. In it there'd be some fruit — always some fruit — and a couple of smaller toys, and usually a puzzle or two, as well." I'd get sweets, back when I was really little. Later it would be makeup, or a new hairbrush, or something like that, along with some toy or another to keep me quiet!" Denise answered."I.