The blond one grabbed my head and kept it still, while my lips were getting forced open by his friend. With force, he parted my lips and shoved it all...the way to my tonsils gagging me. I tried getting away but they kept me steady. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I couldn’t breath. He grabbed my ears, using them as handles and started fucking my face. He was pumping my mouth with long forceful moves, and I was gagging each time.Meanwhile, the blond wasn’t holding me anymore. He had taken a. ” Her brain still muddled.“Were you still sleeping? It’s almost noon.”“Yea. I guess I must have dozed off for a minute.” Why did she suddenly feel the need to lie to her husband? The fact was she hadn’t been up yet. She didn’t even remember going to bed.She reached for a bottle of water on her night stand, not caring how it got there or how long it had been sitting there. She took a drink, realizing that she really needed to brush her teeth. Tasted like a skunk died in her mouth.Looking down,. I sort of thought it would be cool to try that but the way Jill talked and Candy sat with her feet hooked on the bar stool rung leaving her legs open made it very clear to me these two women were like no others that I had ever known.I had to ask: "What about sex. Do you guys go out with the customers?" Jill said, "The answer I have to tell you is the company answer: what you do on your breaks, on your lunch hour and after work is your business, not Jack's. If he knows you are having sex with. I think that we wore Heather out.Since we had the big bag of balls and cones [of course, if I’d have thought about it, I would have realized that we needed only a few balls; dopey me], we needed a ride back home, which Gracey’s mom offered. Since Heather was obviously exhausted from all that sprinting, I asked if she wanted to come home with Rhee and me. Since she didn’t live that far away from me and she could walk home after she was rested, she agreed, thanking me.As we walked in the mud room.