He started back again, fucking me fiercely with one finger and fluttering my clit with his tongue. I was ready to scream, and I felt the familiar buil... of an orgasm about to erupt. Once again, as soon as he felt me clench down, he stopped immediately, holding my hips down so I could not rub my thighs together. I was sweating by this point and had still not cum... Somehow I knew it would be worth it. He lay on top of me again, grabbing my waist and putting both hands in my hair. He pulled. ”She giggled and blushed, then replied, “Leastwise my word’s not ‘Arsch.' I’d hate to give out false advertising. Yours is ‘Arbeit.’”“And hers?”“You’ll recognize it.”I glowered at her blithe smile and she held out her hand. I shook it and she glowered, “No, punk, you’re supposed to kiss it.”“Since when were you ever a lady? The closest you ever get is ‘laid.’”She laughed loudly, “Ah, the jealousy of the ill-bred punk.”“I refuse to stand here for such abuse.”“Of course not. Too manly for you.. " Damn it to hell. By the time they had a trace, he could be gone and that girl could be dead. And by now, she knew Nicky wouldn't go for her being bait, or trading herself for the life of the girl. She just prayed that as long as she kept the killer happy by talking to him, he wouldn't take out any aggression on his victim.Nick wasn't convinced. She was way too quiet. She hadn't yelled at him for leaving her alone all day, stranded. She hadn't complained once about his driving. She was too. . yeah, right," I said. "The game. Cause that's what I was watching."Becca giggled at my remark."Just letting you know, I hope you never quit your job," she said. "Keep coming to the games, and I'll keep making you cum. And this cheerleader... well, she never breaks her promises."She grabbed her panties, wiped my cum off her skirt, and slid them back on. I couldn't wait to pull that thing off of her and play with that pussy again."I'll see you at the game tonight, big boy," she said. "I hope.