Would Carl and his sick wife show Clark the things that I did, the things that they made me do? Would Clark see just how apeshit I got today as I fuck...d those three men and how I begged them over and over to fuck me and let me suck them off. Something told me that if I did die, they would get some sort of sick thrill showing Clark everything. And on top of all that being brought up catholic I knew that committing suicide would land me in hell, but what I was going through right now was hell,. We hugged and said our courtesy ‘I love you and I’m sorry’ chant. In comforting arms we walked to the door and he opened it for me, he is the most perfect gentleman. Then it hit us. Oh my word, the odor inside was breath taking consumed with such a strong stench of bleach. We looked at each other and agreed that at least we knew the place was clean so we entered. The waitress that met us at the door sat us in her station. I noticed that the mop was out and the floor was still wet. Odd thing was. She closed her lips around the base only because she thought that was the last action she'd had to perform to fulfill her obligation. The dick then expanded in her mouth until it tickled the back of her throat and made her gag and reel back a few inches."Jesus, didn't you ever give a blowjob before?" Marianne asked obnoxiously.She hadn't. Until a month ago she had been focused solely on her studies.Marianne sighed and grabbed Allison's ponytail. "You suck, I'll bob."Without any time to reply,. “Send me a text when you get home,” she told him. “I’ll call you later.” Neil hugged her. There was a look of sadness in his eyes. She knew that he didn’t want to leave without her but she also knew that if she did go with him he would be disappointed and unfulfilled. She reached down and touched his bulge. “I’ll take care of you tomorrow when you come back to collect me,” she told him. Moments later the door was closed behind him. Now it was just she and Karl, left to spend the night alone.