Sawyer looked over the top of his spectacles, and asked, ‘Now who’s this young fella ya brought with you?’ extending his hand in greeting. Bill ...hook hands. ‘Hi Mr. Sawyer. I’m Bill… Bill Holder, a friend from Rochester. Faith needed some help, so I’m here to lend a hand for a while.’ ‘Aren’t you the guy everyone was whispering about in church on Sunday?’ He asked, leaning closer to focus. ‘Pastor Tom should thank you. That’s the first sermon in months everyone was awake enough to hear.’. I made sure he noticed me before I left. I might return someday and make myself available. But only if I tailed him to the same bar again. I knew it would have to look like his idea or it might all come tumbling down.I had time to slip into the chat room again. I had been there about ten minutes when I saw the window pop up.GS: Well hello lady in blue. How was your day?Me: boring ... How about yours?GS: also boring.Me: well tonight I have some work to do, so I won't be here very long.GS: well. Don’t stop with your mouth, but put fingers in my pussy now.” Missa moved to place two fingers inside Alice who began grinding her hips against them and Missa’s mouth almost immediately. After a few minutes, Alice could be heard moaning “More, more fingers…. Put in more fingers.” In a more urgent plea Missa could hear her say, “Please!” Obligingly, Missa put in four fingers and watched as Alice fucked her hips down onto Missa’s hand. A deep moan, bordering a scream, escaped Alice ’s. It had felt good to please him and to serve him, but to be used felt better. Physically it hurt, but being treated this way turned me on. I was wet, really wet. I could feel myself drip. I was his toy and it felt right. I started swirling my tongue as he hammered himself down my tiny throat. I reached down, and started to masturbate. It was clumsy, but my fingers felt so good. I had over half his cock in my mouth now and he kept hammering away, driving more of his stake in. It was getting hard.