What happened then?" Well, when he mentioned my previous lip-lock session on his crank, I said something like how nice it had been, and how I wished I...could have finished the job, when I'd had the chance." And -- don't tell me -- you finished the job, right?" I pulled down the zipper on those chinos of his and fished that all-day sucker right out into the cool evening air." Didn't you even move to the back seat?" Not right then, no. I resumed our previous cruelly interrupted oral play, and I. And by the very end of it my cock was dying to fuck something. After the show ended. I made my way to the bathroom. SNAP. Im on my way to the back again. This time I am looking for the QUEEN and her massive fucking tits. I find her in the dressing room. Just finishing up taking a shower after her match. Shes standing there in a white towel barely covering anything at all. I pull it off her so fast. My eyes widen at the sight of her amazing beautiful breasts. I take so many pictures of her. Give in to it. Give in.”I put my hands down on her knees. She scooted her hips closer so that I moved deeper in her. She wrapped them around my waist and then sat up so she was face to face.She grabbed the back of my neck and held me. “Give in, Gail,” she said. “Do it. Do it!”Then, she slapped me—hard. “Fucking do it!” she hissed. Her eyes were wet from the pressure I had on her throat, her face still flushed, but no longer purple. Her color had come back to her lips.She hit me again. It was no. She wished she were back at school. There, at least, she had an easy way to meet men. The business world, especially the world of photographers only provided an endless line of males who were interested in a quickie fuck to boost their male egos. She didn't mind married men. She did mind the impression they always left that they were doing something dirty, something wicked. Sex wasn't dirty to her and she didn't like helping them participate in their little games.The engine of her car coughed.