Your hands had moved to my shoulder by this point and was softly trying to push me farther down on you. You finally got the hint that every time you p...shed me down towards your rock hard cock, I would move back up. Seeing that you couldn’t take much more of this, I finally went all the way down on you. You gasped at the well-deserved pleasure that I was teasing you with. I wrapped my tongue around your cock. “That feels good!” you said between gasps. Your eyes had closed as I continued to. “So, I’m guessing you found a... ‘guest’ along the way. Is that right?”“Yeah, yeah, that is right.”“We can discuss it when you get here. You bring any kind of attention round my place and I will personally kick the shit outta ya.”“Understandable.”He hangs up.The GPS indicates about six minutes left to go. I stick my phone back under my leg and check the side mirrors for any cops. The rear view mirror is filled with the sight of my victim. My adrenaline spikes and I feel my muscles tense with. Dinner passed with a laid-back ease that we both could feel; comfortable in each other’s company, our barriers slowly lowering and intimacy growing. I found Alyssa very attractive, physically, but also intellectually. Perhaps this was the beginning of feelings, of emotional intimacy. Something that had conspicuously been absent from my last relationship. Could I dare think that word around her? This was only our second-ish...(third?) date. Though we texted frequently, almost every day, talking. ”“Don’t kill him,” groaned Melody.“He’s not dead. He’s just not thinking about anything.”I got out and tried the door as if I lived there. It opened. I moved in swiftly, ready to deal with Shithead if he wasn’t as under as Bobby thought. Shithead was limp on the bed. I bagged his head and cuffed his hands behind his back. I went to the door and motioned for Bobby to join me. Melody knew to stay in the car, ready to start it up at a moment’s notice.Shithead didn’t even have a change of clothes..