There also was a chance that one would just let him bleed.He definitely felt self conscious, sitting there nude in a folding chair, an upside down met...l cookie pan on his legs forming his work table. True, his manhood was safely under the protection of his table, but Tom was not in the least exhibitionist. Even going shirtless not something he was wont to do. Yet, there had been no desire to put his clothing back on before coming back here from the pond. The thought hadn't even crossed his. ’ The woman laughed, said that was a lucky guess, and introduced herself as Dora Washington. ‘Hello, Dora. Do you work in the city centre or are you a lady of leisure?’ ‘Until recently I owned this thriving coffee shop, but thought ten years was enough so sold it and bought a lingerie store but that is ailing because of discounting by two competitors at the mall.’ ‘What are you doing about that?’ Dora looked at him quizzically and before stuffing her mouth with the remaining piece of fruit cake. I don't know what they're teaching these k**s in college these days, but it's not something my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend was ever taught. With one hand on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm, I reached around her and started to rub her moist slit. She squirmed a second as I started to play with her clit and her sucking became erratic. "Do it right or don't do it at all." Sorry, Daddy." I was able to decipher through her mouth full of cock.She was already soaking wet. "You've wanted this. Then some people piled out of the club's back door, only glancing at us in passing. They went to the other corner of the alley and lit up cigarettes and a bowl of weed.I, still with my cock out, was turned away from them and walked toward my doggy partner. She had a finger inside her panties. Her other hand moved up toward her over-sized titties. She just looked up at me. Well, I guess she had a hard time seeing passed my now stiff cock. Her lips parted and I stroked my cock. She licked her.