We don’t get much entertainment up here, so maybe we should at least invite them in, so we can talk about it.”Then he looked at me and said, “I ...hink that two thousand dollars is a fair price for saving you two from the storm, but let’s go inside and discuss it.”I didn’t know at the time that puta was Mexican-Spanish for whore or bitch, but I still sensed a strong sexual connotation to his comment. I was so anxious to get in out of the cold, though, that we welcomed the opportunity to go. And George once again returnedthe favor and relieved Scott's cock of its build up. The two deliveries came at almost the same time. George gave the messengerthe plans for the valve and the address of the friends he had called, and hegenerously tipped the young man who came with the lingerie and clothes from theboutique. Then he said, "Well, it will take time for the boys at the shop toproduce your valve, Scott. Why don't we use the time wisely, eh? Care to helpme go the final mile?" . ” I looked at his soft dick and hesitated then thought what the hell. I sank to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. Rolling my tongue and moving my head back and forth I felt him grow in my mouth. As he became hard he started to move his hips using my mouth. He was finally hard and pushing into my sore throat, deeper than where my gag reflex used to be. He would hold me there with my teeth against his stomach then pull out an inch then push back in, rocking his hips. In and out. I’m Erica, and I know everything! Nobody listens to me!’ Tonya re-entered the kitchen, a hand on her belly. ‘I don’t feel so good. Do we have some Pepto or something?’ she asked. Still fuming, Chrissie said, ‘Try the medicine cabinet.’ Tonya nodded, then turned to head for the bathroom. I smirked at Chrissie and followed Tonya. ‘Well, time for a nap, I think. I didn’t sleep well last night,’ I said. ‘Erica!’ said Chrissie, ‘Don’t you dare leave this thing stuck inside me!’ I left the kitchen.