He knew he should turn and walk away now. He saw possibilities: begging her to take him back, delivering her bag and departing, rushing home to confes... the incident, and multiplying variations. Considering them all overwhelmed him, leaving only the strongest compulsion—to do whatever she wished.In the darkness, bright puddles formed beneath regularly spaced lights. There were surveillance cameras. A car or another traveler or a circling bus might arrive at any moment. The flash of a phone could. I was last in line and soon my blow job was about to happen. Dee took one look at my cock and looked up to me. “You made it then?” she grinned and engulfed my cock into her mouth. I cupped the sides of her head in my hands, her hair was covered in cum and I ran my wet hands onto her cheeks and then I came too. Her face too was covered and the cum had run freely down her chin and onto her latex, even her stockings were covered. The guy behind her was clearing mauling her ass and pussy his glare. A minute later I see Carl walk in. We shake hands and do the half hug. He sits down and tells me that Sam gave him the itinerary for the gigs we’re doing on Christmas break and he is working on transportation for the band, crew, and equipment. I tell him that I’m glad that he is part of the band.He smiles and says, “because of you I’m getting my life together. I have worked things out with my parents, got my GED and am going to go to college part-time. I’m even working things out with Emily.”We. I don't just stroke my clitoris with my right hand but in a frenzy I rub mylabia as well. Such is my abandon that finally I stick three fingers of myright hand into my vagina and crank away like hell. I am sure that anyone walkinginto the ladies washroom must hear my moans and thrashing but I am uncaringof my environment. Such is my need. And the worse part of it is, that now,as I hobble on my high heels down this dark basement hallway, my genitals arestarting to swell and burn again with the.