I breathed a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t have to just watch a stupid video and resort to calling on Ms. Palm that night (Ms. Palm is my hand, by ...he way). Emily was tanned, half-Hispanic. Curly black hair. A Sophomore. She wore a fake gold necklace that she claimed to have bought in Cancun. At my request, she rode on top of me. At her request, I let her chug from a bottle of wine while fucking me. It was incredibly hot. She looked down at me between swigs with the same smile she keeps on. All I cared about was that I had just gotten a great revenge blowjob from her!She stood up and I gave her a hug. Then I went to kiss her and she pulled away. She said, “I’m sorry. I don’t feel that way about you. I hope that what I did will be enough for you”. I told her that it was and that I would be forever grateful for what she had done. I just wanted to do something for her. She said, “No – You did what I wanted…and I really enjoyed it. You were really nice to me and I wanted to be really. Martin." Materializing almost out of thin air was one of the largest men Evan had ever seen. Placing his hand on the stranger's[0] arm and squeezing, one could hear the leather squeal, a sure sign an immense amount of pressure was being applied. "Now if the gentleman will come with me."Mr. Leather looked at Pam with what had to be a great deal of shock and blurted, "You're choosing him over me? I can't believe it."Seeming to have regained her composure, Pam smiled thinly at him and said, "I. Within a few minutes I felt dad place his hand on my bulge. I heard him exhale and saw that he was looking at my crotch as his hand squeezed and caressed its contents. I lifted my gaze and he nodded downward. I saw what looked like a bulge in his pants as well. “Unzip your pants” he whispered low. I immediately complied and my newly freed member popped out and stood straight up. As I heard dad taking down his pants, I again looked over to our wet-eyed friend and by then he was stroking what.