Needing to get out of there as fast as possible.“Sit down!” He roughly pushed me back onto the toilet seat and then took out his mobile phone. He ...as texting. What the fuck! What was he texting?!?No, he wasn't texting! He'd taken a photo of me. Me, sitting on the toilet seat, my panties exposed as my short dress had moved up to my hips. My lipstick wasn't smeared! I couldn't see it, but I know it was. Had to be after the abuse of two cocks between my lips.Now he was texting! Sending the photo. Smack, slurp……………..gulp, smack………..slurp…………..smack…..gulp. Fantastic. He could have gone for awhile, but he almost had a decision element to his orgasm. He got the distinct desire to fill this womans mouth with his seed. He had accomplished so much, so quickly in life. And the same drive that propelled him to accomplish all his other goals filled him at the moment. He grabbed her head, firmly, but not harshly, with one hand, then batted away her hand from his shaft, allowing for the one on his. He wanted something more impressive, a new Cadillac. This one is paid for, licensed, and all you have to do is sign the papers." Paid for, you say? I don't have to be watchin' in my mirror all the time for Deputy Thompson's flashing lights, pullin' me over to check this against the stolen car list?" Be still, old friend. It's your car and it's getting late. My bags are packed and in the trunk. I suggest you stop scratchin' your half-bald head and put both hands on the wheel. The sooner you get. "Jason take your cock and start jerking I want you to cum first I want to watch you spurt on your belly, that's right keep rubbing it in time with me."I began to go faster now, not rough just at an increased tempo, the rough stuff would come latter. I picked up his balls in my hands rotating then around; this always turned me on, knowing how easy it would be to inflict pain with just a squeeze of my hand. As I increased my speed, I had to let go of his balls to grab his thighs and then I began.