He lay down beside me, and started petting and kissing me. After a while he ordered me to suck him, and I crawled down. I opened his pants, and took i... out. It was huge. It started licking, but he wanted more. So he grabbed my head, and shoved his big dick in my mouth. ?I told you to suck it, not to lick it. It is not a lollipop.? And I did. And I loved it. The taste of him, The feeling of his hands firmly in my hair? It was like a wet dream. Then he came, and I wanted to back out. But his grip. It was still a little foggy there in the kitchen.“Fleabag!”“Yes, sir!”“Get me a Coke! I must get sober.”“Right away, Sir. And Bacardi? 151? Sir, as your attorney, I advise you not—““Just Coke. Unopened.” I never should have let him read that Hunter Thompson book.Fleabag, or “Byron” as his parents called him, owed me bigtime for saving his ass in Chemistry. He promised to do anything for me. I thought being my servant for two weeks would be nice.He delivered the cold sixteen ounce bottle,. It was about 10:30 when I turned the tv off, and rolled over to go to sleep, he of course was not home still. But I was too upset to care.It was about 2 a.m. when I felt the cool breeze against my bare legs, half asleep I reached for my blanket, and bumped something firm and hairy. I grabbed it with my hand to feel what it was, but before I could turn around to see who it was, they shoved my head into the pillow. Now wide awake I started to freak out, thinking it was my husband trying to kill. If she gets horny during the day while I am gone, King is there to satisfy her.It’s true that guys think about sex constantly, but compared to Phoebe, I feel like a monk.If she doesn’t walk around the house nude then she wears a sexy outfit bound to make my cock stand up and take notice.More and more whenever we go out, Phoebe wants to fuck inside the restaurant, a nearby alleyway, or anywhere with the “risk” of being caught.If she is wearing anything underneath, it’s likely a skimpy thong. She.