"SSleep with me" Abbey drunkenly cooed.Raven was half tempted to throw her out on her ass right now. Abbey the bitch that stole half her stuff. Abbey ...he bitch that left her with an apartment she could not afford. Abbey the cunt that broke her heart. Abbey the girl who could roll her tongue. Abbey the lover with the softest hands. Abbey the she-devil of the bedroom.Raven knew she would regret this but, there was time for that tomorrow."Come here. Let Raven take care of you, baby," she said. It no longer seemed to matter.Finally one last time she opened her thighs and I gasped air. Myface was now coated thick, my eyelids and mouth sticky withfresh and partly dried, gummy cum. There was cum in my ears, anda thick pomade of cum clotted my hair. I saw that she waslooking down at me dispassionately. Her own face looking down atme. Not that obscene mask with its feigned wide-eyed innocence,but Becky's own face, and I saw that her expression was now ...relaxed. Quite comfortably .... “What’s your name?”“I’m Chloe,” she blushed and giggled. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. She felt all starstruck and struck dumb as she stood in front of her idol. He looked good for a guy in his 60s, especially considering the stories about all the drugs he did. The grey hair suited him. It made him look more distinguished.“Hi, Chloe.” His voice was like butter and she could feel herself melting. “I’ve got a little concept going for the next album cover and I was hoping you’d be. We had rosemary flat bread, neufchatel, smoked oysters, pickles and an assortment of condiments. On the side were oranges and pears, followed by coffee and 85% cocoa solid chocolate. California was hours away and I had no illusions about airline food. Even first class food is marginal and we were stuck in coach. Sheila seemed pleased to have something to do. Working on a tiny cutting board, she spread the neufchatel evenly on the bread, added lines of sriracha and wasabi sauce, topped them with.