”When I had it, I noted the title page. Nora Meara. Orwell's Homage to Catalonia: A View of the Spanish Civil War. History 11-330. Then, blah, blah,...blah, a lot of words written by me.She said, “I never could have written it myself.”I pondered that. “No, Nora, I think you could do it if you just applied yourself a little more.” She seemed surprised I had said that.Some of her previous snippiness came back, “What, do you expect me to turn into a good girl now?”Yes, you should stop whoring around. I heard the door close and lock and only one pair of footsteps so i figured tommy stayed outside. I felt a hand reach in and grab my cock. They began to stroke it then they put it in their mouth. It was the most amazing blow job I had ever gotten it felt great. She switched between sucking my cock then balls. I blew my load in an amazing fashion shooting all over. I told her to lick my cum off me. I wanted to see who it was so I peeked a little. I jumped back. It was tommy. He was sucking my. Be careful and have a great day. Bye."I hung up after talking with Jim and made a mental note, to get tested for STD's as soon as possible after getting home. This was a down side to cheating with multiple partners. I would have to remember this, and be sure to mention it in my stories.Thursday was my day to attend the conference so it was up to Donna to take care of the booth. Around ten am, the conference took a thirty minute break so everybody could use the restroom and stretch there legs. I. But this Friday night I was too tired to do even that. Work had been a bitch – malfunctioning computer systems, people not doing what they were hired to do, that sort of thing – and my brain had turned into a block of ice. All I wanted was to eat and fall asleep. Tomorrow I’d be off. I had all day to let my brain thaw.So when I walked through my front door I tossed my keys and wallet onto the cabinet, took out my phone and called the number of the pizza place that was on a business card-sized.