Coughing a bit, Laylah replied, "Sorry, I should have asked." Remember, to ask is to be denied." David winked as he got comfortable on the couch next ...o Laylah.The pair spent the rest of the evening, drinking, smoking, and talking, stopping only briefly as Laylah had the munchies and insisted on showing off her cooking skills. David did not have much in his kitchen, but she managed to make something quite tasty.As the hands of David's living room clock inched past two A.M., Laylah found herself. What I'd told himabout the car crash was only partially true. I thought back to it now,but because of what had happened my memories of those events were not myown but those of the driver who had given me a lift....He'd gone rogue, they had told the half-dozen of us carefully chosen forthe FBI briefing, a fellow agent who was now on his way to commit aterrorist act. He was extremely dangerous and should only be approachedwith the utmost caution. What was worse, he had the ability to stealanother. I motioned to the bedside cabinet and James quickly recovered some anal lube. I heard it squirt and help it's coldness and he inserted first one the two, then three fingers, I pushed back hard against this invasion, I was the rewarded with him entering me in one smooth movement. I could then feel his balls rubbing my cock head with each forward thrust.I had never deep throated such a large cock but was determined to try. Here I was being spit roasted by two neighbours and absolutely loving. “And you said ‘and’,” she said. “And what?” “And maybe a couple of his friends too,” said Chester. “Not a fucking chance, Chester. Don’t ask again or you’re history as far as I’m concerned.” “Okay, okay,” he said. “Just Carlton. Okay?” She nodded. “Okay, but no more after this one,” she said. “Absolutely,” he said. “I’ll let Harry know. You’re mine after this one and mine alone.” “Okay,” she said. “This one last time then.” **** “She agreed then,” said Harry. “Yeah, I had to do some fast.