They all were grabbing themselves as they stood there. "Um, that there's Marcus, or Mark. I'm Javon, and him, he's Little D. But don't worry, that ...on't mean little dick." They all laughed, and stood there like they were waiting for something. "So, uh... where.. where do you boys want to do this?" "Oh, fuck," said Javon, "Uh, why not right here? In the livin' room?" Plenty o' room for all of us, right?" "Plenty of room, yes... Um.. what do you want me to do first?" I could hardly contain. I felt her lips surround my shaft as she dropped to her knees infront of me. Looking down and seeing this famous teen idol sucking on my dick was too incredible to believe. But she wasn’t just sucking. She was devouring my cock like there was no tomorrow. Just as I was about to press her head down on my shaft she got up and ran back to the limo.“If you want me, you have to catch me!”I stepped out of my pants and sprinted back towards her, my erect dick flopping up and down. We both made it to. She managed to slip away from her family undetected to buy snacks, ice and glasses along the way. He came prepared with the drinks and a blanket after satisfying himself that his alibi was reasonably sound. As he drove into the parking area he saw her sitting in her low slung sports coupe looking as gorgeous as ever! Her high cheek-boned smile even outshone her amazing cleavage sensually exposed by her low-cut silky flowing top. She looked radiant as always. This just confirmed why he needed to. Behind her Beall had briefly glimpsed the new stove's glow.In the tavern he found Stud Farrell stacking up dirty dishes for the slave woman in the kitchen. "Got another one, sheriff. Stage driver brung it in yesterday on his way north." From under a bottle Stud produced a folded piece of brown paper with "C. Bell" scribbled on the outside.The message inside was just two crudely printed words: GIL DED."Damn," said Alexander Beall loudly, crumpling the paper. He stalked out of tavern, pushed open.