. , " I said, breaking off the kiss. "We can't do this..."Nikki fell back into the passenger seat, a look of pure distress in her eyes."I knew it, you...don't like me either! You think i'm just a geeky little girl just like everyone else! Well FUCK YOU!" she screamed, opening the door and running toward the house. As I heard the front door slam, a feeling of devastation came over me. I got out of the car and walked up to the Websters' front door. Mark Webster answered my ring."So, do you know. . and I'm standing most of the time!- You're gonna pay for this dearly, believe me! Don't forget you've been unemployed for two years, honey. - Marisa replied, turning to face me: her face was terribly upset.How could I forget? Good grief, if it wasn't for her, who had majored in literary studies, we'd been screwed. And yes... Fetish, Masochist, Slaves, Mistresses... they were all very demanding! Extremely pernickety: most of them were cultured, or wealthy people from the bourgeois middle. Not my Phoebe. She loves it, owns it like a badge of honor, and keeps coming back for more.I’m still young enough that my cock usually recovers pretty quickly on its own, unless I’m exhausted. Phoebe is impatient and becomes less willing to wait. She gives fantastic blowjobs, mostly to decrease the time until I am ready for the next round. About 3 out of 4 end when I am hard enough to fill her again. The other times, she greedily sucks me dry of every drop when I shoot down her throat then. "That Evanescence one! My Immortal," Rachel practically shrieks as she joins us, dressed as an angel, sitting down on a deck chair near Justin.Peeved by her arrival, my tone becomes snarky in my response. "Since when was your name, Justin? Are you seriously trying to depress us, Rachel?" It's a good song. I bet you're just one of those posers who can't actually play," she says, reaching over to lay her hand on Justin's knee."Just play it for her, Matt." Fuck you," I mutter under my breath,.