I could see his cock getting hard in his jeans. I knew we had to be quick so I got on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. His fat c...ck sprang easily from his jeans, already his cock was dripping. I licked up the juices as his hands went behind my head and pushed the tip of his fat cock into my warm, wet mouth. As he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth I could feel it touching the back of my throat. He thrust it in and out of my slippery mouth slowly at first then. By now it was 10pm on a Friday night. Sure, I should be out doing something. But no, tonight was an ice cream and tv kind of night. I think I’ve earned it. There was a knock at my door. The first feeling that ran through me was irritation. I mean seriously? I just sat down. But I took a spoonful of ice cream and yelled “coming!” in the sweetest voice I could.I opened the door and it was a girl. She had blonde hair and grey eyes, her body was that of a typical cheerleader. She looked rather. Benches were stacked against the wall, except for a small broken pile of wood that used to be benches in front of the new hole. In the minute that it had taken me to get used to the dark, I had stepped on them. Unless I am dodging a sword, I am not too graceful. I slipped the bolt on the door and slowly opened it. There wasn't much light coming from the main room; they must have dimmed the lights for sleeping. Makeshift bedrolls were scattered all over the floor; I stopped counting at more than. I caught up with him one time and let it be known in no uncertain terms as I slammed him hard up against a stone wall to leave Amber alone, but the little slime ball persisted despite my efforts, a restraining order and the police. It was hard to keep track of him as he did not live in the area but still back in Amber's hometown, but his family business often brought him thru the area. The bastard had managed to force his way in and then beat her when she pointedly refused to resume what she.