I continued, “Just like the drugs, these are here under trust. If you break that trust, there will be consequences. This project is still being rese...rched and as I learn more the laptop will be upgraded. It is password-protected for a reason.”Monday, Vira phoned. She agreed to try the modelling gig and to go on a date with me. I told her, my evenings were booked and in the daytime I had Briant. She agreed to meet with the three of us the next day.When I get off the phone I called the model. I came to the conclusion that the shape of Darius' cock, with its slight curve towards the tip, would be the perfect shape to learn how to deep throat on.And I was sure Darius would be more than willing to teach me. His hands were on the back of my head controlling the pace whilst I teased his swollen balls. Darius had managed to find his way to a secluded country road and pulled into a lay-by.Once we'd stopped, he could pull his trousers down a little further and I could bathe his balls with. .. Is he doing it how you like it?” A pause then, broken only by the sounds of his mother’s gulping breaths and the slap of his balls as he pounded into Moira from behind. Then, “Yes, do it like that ... go on ... do me the way you always do ... It’s good like that ... it’s getting me there ... do it faster ...”Cheryl’s orgasm came suddenly and noisily, sending spasms through her whole body that needed time to subside and be enjoyed. Releasing one of her breasts, she clasped a hand over the. It didn't drive her away. It only made her more interested.I thought back to every time I'd been a nice guy. Everybody knows the cliche, "Nice guys finish last." Everybody thinks it's so fucking cute to say that. It's not cute. Nice guys are driven within an inch of homicidal rage whenever they hear it, because too much of the time it's too fucking true. Nice guys might take an early lead, but their niceness always trips them up before the finish. I hate being a nice guy. Maybe that's why I put.