"You told me you did!" she spat accusingly."I was fucking lying!" Whitney yelled, but she remained close to the Porsche"I wish you two would make up y...ur minds," I shouted hoping they'd hear me over their own prattling.To my complete surprise, Noel turned to me and said, "What if I did you?" F ... fine," I managed, and put to bed the nagging fear that they might call the police on me."Okay, Whitney, get back in the car!" Um, Noel? It's not possible to do it with her in the car." Oh ... right, I. Will noticed my reaction. "Kristen said that your mother remarried."I nodded."Your father was an alcoholic."My head turned toward Will. I never told that to Kristen. I knew that my mother didn't talk much about my real father much either. "What makes you say that?"Will shrugged. "That was just a hunch."Staring at Will, I said, quietly, "That's the second lie you've told me since I've been here."We stopped walking, and intently looked at one another. Finally, Will nodded. "Yes. I have lied to. ‘You’re not very smart, are you bitch? Normally, when a man holds a gun on a bitch, she’s begging to do anything if he wouldn’t shoot her.’ Mia rolled her eyes and sighed. ‘I guess it’s because I don’t beg when a schmuck like you holds a tiny toy gun. It would take a much bigger man than you to make me beg.’ She smiled when she heard the first of the police cars roll up outside. ‘Oops, game time is over, Ricky. It’s time to prove what a big man you are. Can you shoot a bound woman? Is that your. Maybe I'd better suck on it a little." Susan pulled outward and downward on the waistband of my underwear, letting my dick jut forward. She lowered her head to meet it and, pursing her pouting lips, pushed them over the head and down onto the shaft of my throbbing cock. It felt wonderful, as it always does.Susan sucked on the end of my prick while she pulled my pants and underwear over my butt and down on my thighs. Then she brought both of her hands up to grasp it, one hand at the base and one.