They had food and coffee for me. I thanked thwm and they sat with me and I ate and asked them why there were 6 extra men in the room. they replied tha... Senor Steve had said to make sure I was well fucked, so they had done so. I was very surprised when they asked if they had been doing a good job. I told them that they had been doing great and I had enjoyed it. One of them chimed in that the weekend was not over and that Senor Steve had said I was paid for the weekend. He responed that el jefe. He could already feel the pressure inside him building. He moaned loud and tensed farther. She tasted his pre-cum and wanted more. She continued to suck harder, flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue. “I’m gonna cum!” he screamed out suddenly. She kept sucking, but pulled off slightly. She wanted to taste him, not just swallow him. His back seized and he shot his hot load into her mouth. She moaned slightly with the feel of him letting loose. She slid her lips off him, cleaning him off. Had to be the token, now, din't it?"That damn token. It was just an urban legend, right? A myth. A friggin fairy tale. So why did all the guys talk about it as if it were real? And, how otherwise to explain all those weird happenings? All those classy women with repulsive slugs for boyfriends?Down on his luck, Dave was. Since Marianne had dumped him a year or so back, he'd had a long and lonely dry spell. It wasn't that he was that bad looking or anything, just so damn shy. It was just plain. It was time to take her and her son to what she dubbed The Bedroom. Before that, though, she wanted (and needed) to do something. She looked at the young man, specifically his groin.“John, all this sexual talk involving your mother—it excites you, doesn’t it?”“Yes.”“I see the tent in your shorts,” she said matter-of-factly. He looked at her somewhat sheepishly, remaining quiet.“I want you to stand up, John,”The college student did as he was told. He stood up…with the bulge in his shorts on full.