She had learned to deep-throat her husband, his head just entering her throat when she had swallowed it all and she was quite good at it, but Nick was...a whole other story. She gagged like a schoolgirl as his huge invader entered her throat and half of his cock still extended beyond her lips.Monique relaxed her throat and suppressed her gag reflex. She purred contentedly as several inches entered her throat. She squeezed his ass cheeks, surprised at how hard they were, not soft like her. "Please don't turn me in, Bill needed some money for drugs so he told me to take some of your stuff. I'm so sorry, but he needed it. I'll do anything as long as you don't turn me in!" I won't turn you in," I started to say only to be interrupted by Paula's repeated thanks. I waited until she stopped speaking again then continued. "I won't turn you in, as long as you do everything I say." I stated as I reached out and ran my hand over the contour of her breast. Paula watched my hand as it groped. I hadn't seen much of the girl when they got in. She was probably the same age, same hair length, same shorts and t-shirt that must have been perfect for the hot summer day but were definitely not enough for the pouring night that had followed it. Both had their backpacks on the seat beside them - small but obviously stuffed with the necessities of a longer journey."What is your name?" I asked, keeping them from falling asleep as they were. "I'm Chris....Christian," he said. "And the girl?" "My. "Don't say things like that, Bax, you'll jinx me." "I thought only athletes were superstitious like that." He chuckled. "Oh, trust me, we all have our little . . . quirks." Ryan rubbed her forehead. "I believe you. So, how is everything going?" "Really well, thanks. We have a show later today." "Good—no, wait, I have to say 'break a leg,' right?" "If you want to. I'm not picky, and that's for the theater anyway." "All right. Good luck, break a leg, whatever it is. Hope you have a good show,.