She was grinning from ear to ear when she asked, “Do you think that will hold you for a little while?” I told her, “Oh yeah, Baby. That was gre...t. I think I can resist your charms for just a little while longer, now.” I gave her a tender kiss. Her kiss was a bit salty from the load of cum she had just taken. With a giggle, Mel hugged my arm and said, “Honey, you can’t resist me forever.” A few minutes later, we arrived at the nightclub. I ordered my typical CC and Coke, and Mel ordered a. "Aaaw, poor little girl. Did that make you cry? What a worthless little bitch you are."He lets go of my hair long enough to remove his pants and turn me to the side so the outside world can watch as he plunges his cock straight down my throat, grabbing my hair again and holding my head still as I gag and struggle to breathe."Now you have a reason to cry, slut."And I do, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He finally lets go and I suck in several deep breaths, coughing and sputtering yet wishing. She was illuminated through the windshield by the moonlight, but he was shrouded in darkness. The moonlight shining on her did nothing to reduce her nervousness. She was wearing a stunning red corset that propped her breasts up - almost presenting them - but they were otherwise uncovered. Beneath the corset, she wore a black leather skirt that only went half-way down her thighs. She wore no panties underneath. On her feet she wore stiletto heels, a full four inches tall. Around her neck was a. "What?" Carol asked as I stopped the car in front of Mrs. Johnson's house. I got out and told my sister I'd be back in to seconds. "Hey Mrs. Johnson," I said, breathing heavy because I had jogged to her porch all the way from my car. "Good morning, David," Mrs. Johnson said. She was wearing a robe that didn't do very well at covering her soft, beautiful tits. She had a scar from a surgery she had years ago, I couldn't remember what it was for but Alan had told me about it. Fuck, Alan, I forgot.