"Good faggot" he said, as he pressed my head further down onto his cock. The thickness made it difficult to take him too far down my throat, but I did...the best I could before gagging and coming up for air. While I was sucking on him, he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Then he lifted his legs, exposing his huge, low hanging nappy balls "Suck my balls, queer."I did as I was told. His balls were also salty and smelled of sweat. The smell was intoxicating. I licked both his balls, then. I sit there on his face for a few minutes while he finishes cleaning me. Then I lift myself off and kneel beside him. He has a very snarky grin on his face, so I slap him hard. His only response is to thank me. He’s such a good boy when motivated. I slip out of bed and take a quick shower. I turn back and tell him not to clean up today. I want him smelling of my sex all day, and when Rachel comes home.I towel off and decide not to dress for breakfast this morning. I head on down to the kitchen. "I'm Steve. He's Bob. And I told you, man, every once in a while, itturns out to be a hot, gorgeous horny chick who just wants to have someno-strings-attached fun with a couple of horny guys." That's right, boys, I'm in town on a business trip and hate to wastetime at a bar. I'd rather just order in."As I spoke, I drew my finger across Bob's chin. He'd made jokes about methree weeks ago but now he was staring at my tits. I curled my fingerunder his chin, forcing him to look at me instead of. "The police weren't too keen on it until I explained my background and the fact I don't want anyone to get involved that doesn't need to, and I don't want anyone getting hurt except the perpetrator." So when are you going to do this thing and what is it you're going to do?" asked Marie cautiously."Well," looking at Tara, "That depends. Tara, how would you feel about being the 'bait'?" Bait?" a startled Tara asked."Briefly what I want to do is take you to your house and wait. I figure he's going.