I already had a feeling that I knew what she wanted, yet I doubted it at the same time. This was the same woman who was shrieking at me only hours ago...for being an idiot. Now she was inviting me closer."Shouldn't you be resting?" I asked, though I sounded doubtful."Fuck that." "I really don't think.." I wanted this badly, but I was more concerned for her health."Pup, I know exactly what you're thinking. Get over here."I sat down beside her. To try and make it less awkward, I asked if she needed. I threw him down on the bed and he bounced, a look of ecstasy on his face."Your punishment isn't over yet, you little punk cock-sucker!" I growled, fisting my dick, "Get your queer ass over here and finished what you started!" Ray immediately scampered over to the edge of the bed and started sucking my cock like a man possessed. I grabbed the back of his head, bucking my pelvis and face-fucking this tiny man like my life depended on it.As Ray greedily sucked and drooled over my own tool, I. I thought my cock would tare my shorts. She looked at me and said she had to go to the restroom. She raised up and pulled her shirt down but pulled off her bra. As I got off at a exit, I noticed a porn store close to the gas station. The restrooms were on the side of the building and only one worked. She went first and after she was done, she open the door and pulled me inside. I saw her panties in the sink. She kissed me hard and said,"I NEED SOME COCK, NOW!" I turn her aroud and kissed her. She had a small heart shaped mouth, lovely cheekbones and fine nose and chin. Imagine a Mediterranean Jennifer Connelly. Her name was Diane and she was a rich girl (seems like they stick together) Every time I saw her I would imagine the Douche-Nozzle boring the shit out her with his pompous stories of elite soirees on country club lawns. She always looked bored and irritable (who could blame her?) Occasionally, we would say hello or have casual chit-chat, but frankly I couldn’t stomach the.