How stupid could I be? How did he get my number? I decide that since I now have his number I will call him back. It’s a generic message. He had to k...ow it was me calling because he has my number. I decide to be a smart ass and leave a message, “tag you’re it. And I can pay for my own lunch.” I listen to his message over and over, there’s just something about that voice that makes me want to do very bad things with him. I don’t let my phone more than arm’s length away from me the rest of the day. “Don’t be sorry. I’m enjoying the conversation,” Jack said. He took a bite out of his ham sandwich.Melissa unwrapped her sandwich thinking it was about half as thick as his sandwich. She said, “Those little old ladies really feed you well.”“Yes,” Jack said. “I would worry about getting fat, but I do a lot of physical work. It helps me stay in shape.”“Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Melissa said thinking that he looked pretty well put together.Taking a swallow of his soup, Jack said, “I’ll. Just that it was thick and wet. The good doctor shoved his hand down his pants and pulled his dick out between the flaps in his scrubs. He brought the tip of his head to my mouth and I opened wide. Since no one was in the room, he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, allowing me to work him in my mouth. Small moans escaped his covered mouth as he shoved his hand down my dress and squeezed roughly on my tits. I sucked him like a lollipop, letting my tongue follow the head of his dick whenever. Amanda starts stroking my bulging, spit-covered cock with her hand, looking up at me for approval, but just I keep looking right at you, Olivia, and your pussy is getting wetter and wetter as you watch us. “Daddy’s going to fuck your mouth now, Olivia.”Amanda still stroking me moans: “Yes Daddy…” and then hungrily inhales my hard cock into her mouth, pushing her head all of the way down until my balls are pressed against her chin. She holds it there for a moment, gags for a second, and then.