" I picked up my glass and drained the margarita remnants. Great, I thought. He wants me to be a prostitute. "Thanks, Mark. I'll return the money as s...on as I can." I began to collect my phone and purse. "Patience. Sit. You need to hear me out. You owe me that much." Fucker. I do owe him, I thought. I slumped back down. "Ok Mark. Go ahead. Tell me your sex plan that isn't prostitution." Mark finished his beer and signalled for another one. I guess he still has me on a diet, though. Whatever. We. I tugged hard on the leash and pulled Carrie forward. “Let’s go see Lisa slut.” Carrie shuffled down the hall behind me, I heard the commotion as I turned the corner. Mack, Tara, and Jim were at the end of the hall standing in front of a large window. Cumsocket was on her knees with her face buried in Jim’s groin, he had his hands on the back of her head with his cock deep in her mouth. I could hear her gagging as Jim held her lips at the base of his dick, she was choking as his. “Oh fuck yess, baby right there! Ohh, fuck! Eat that pussy… eat that pussy good! Ohhh!” she cried. Apparently she liked what I was doing to her because she was leaking like a busted water pipe!I continued to make a meal of Heather’s juicy peach, licking and slurping away like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. Heather moaned and groaned her enjoyment as she squirmed and twisted, trying to guide me to the next sensitive spot.I followed her guidance and my tongue hit all her most tender spots. With each,. “Loser.” My girlfriend sighed as she felt my cock erupt. She was generous enough to let me finish properly, to wait until my defeated hair-trigger dick had stopped spewing the cum I’d tried so hard and failed so utterly to hold back. Then she stood up and off me, letting my spent prick wilt with embarrassment. She dressed briskly, pulling on silky red knickers and a matching bra. I watched as if from a long distance as my premature cum began to ooze from her engorged slit before she pulled the.