I walked into the toilet and locked the door.I pulled down my trousers and had to push my cock down towards the bowl to pee. It was one of those pisse... that feel great. As I was about to pull up my trousers I heard the door click. The door was pushed open, and Sophia squeezed in.She smiled at me, twisted around and sat on the toilet. She smiled up at me and wrapped her hand around my cock. I closed my eyes as she wrapped her mouth around my hard penis and started to suck me hard.Her mouth felt. Before anyone can see, I whisper, ‘Wendy, you have a choice. You can walk out to the car with a diner plate size wet spot on the back of your skirt and I’ll fuck you any way you want when we get home or I can give you my jacket to cover up with and you’ll do everything I want when we get home.’ I want you to know deep inside your wet little snatch that you are totally and completely my personal slut,” I said.“I want everyone to see how wet you make my pussy daddy. I’m proud to be my daddy’s. For me, sucking cock was intimate, a mingling of two people: my mouth, his shaft. He had to trust me with the most sensitive part of his body, and I gave him my mouth, my warm, wet mouth, the organ of speech, for breathing, for eating. I was lovingly eating his cock.My sliding mouth became more energetic, and I could sense his approaching orgasm. I bobbed my head as if saying yes, and at the same time, I rotated my head from side to side as if saying no. Jason loved it. Me, too. If I continued,. Tyler shifted uncomfortably inhis seat, tugging the hem of his tight skirt down, as if that would helphim regain his feminine purity after the sexual exploits he'd engaged inwith Connie yesterday. Those passionate, enjoyable, rapturousexploits..."Anyway," Jackson said, after swallowing some muffin. "The real reasonfor Connie's message was that she wants to book you again. She mademention of how her work interfered with her plans for yesterday, andthat she had to cut things short. Is that what.