" You didn't finish reading it," Janice pointed out.I looked. She was right, of course."Signed, Paul Arthur Johnson." Now, hand me the card," I handed...it over to her. "I'll be sure to put this someplace safe. You'll get a new card tomorrow. I had a print shop run off a dozen copies, or so."I blushed furiously. Some printer, somewhere, had seen the oath and had printed it for her? The thought that some stranger knew of my oath -- and was probably laughing about it with his colleagues -- made me. He became rougher and went deeper and then I felt a pop inside me and realized from my own misadventures with girlfriends that the condom had broken. He didn’t slow. I moaned, and he moaned and he bareback-fucked me. Then, I felt a warm wet mouth on the other side of the glory hole swallow my cock. I imagined the white bitch-boy in the tight black pants kneeling in the other booth sucking me off. The black guy fucked me harder and faster. The booth wall shook and caused a tremor that was. I was just about to where my car was parked when I heard the voices. About 100 feet from my car I noticed that, other than my car, Leslie's car and a big pick-up truck were the only cars left in the dark lot. As I got closer I heard Leslie say, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Getting some of that tasty little pussy," was the response by a male voice. It was followed up by some other male voices laughing and throwing out comments like, "Me, too," and, "I want some of that,. But his desire was so powerful he kept hardening as she lovingly mouthed his turgid member. Her lips worked softly, gently, urging him on. Her sense of want for the last dregs of him began boiling in her stomach.When his cock was fully stiffened, she pulled the panties off and pressed her pussy gently to his mouth, not because she needed stimulation, but to let her musky scent further drive his passion. His tongue licked rather lamely into her, but her hand on his rod felt a little jump..