She throws me a cursory glance and a smile. She’s also blonde, a dirty blonde and that’s ‘dirty’ in her equally slutty appearance rather than ...air tone. But sadly, for her, she doesn’t have big jugs like the girl at the counter so she qualifies for neither my attention nor my interest. But the sweet looking ‘counter girl’ has caught my eye now with her mini skirted bare thighs and over exposed cleavage pushed into the tight red blouse around her big fat tits. Mmmmmm. I can hardly hold my. It won't hurt. And who knows, you might like it.' He stabbed the syringe into my arm and pressed the plunger. 'Oh yes, I almost forgot,' he said and slid the dummy between my lips. Though this dummy was different to the one I'd used at Tony's house. This dummy was bigger and made of silicone so it felt softer between my lips. A thin tube ran from the base of the dummy and was attached to an IV drip beside the chair. As the dummy moved in my mouth a thick white solution slid slowly down the tube. He reached for her breasts and pinched each one of her nipples hard. She arched her back out, throwing her head back, moaning loudly. She felt his rock hard cock rubbing in between her ass cheeks. She began bucking and grinding her pussy on his waist. She untangled herself from his grip and stood up. She looked down at him and asked him to scoot forward. She lowered herself back onto the sofa sitting behind his long body, her legs wide open, one of her own legs on each side of his. She wrapped. She had enough sense to pull her hand away as my foot began its descent, but she glared up at me from her crouched position."Are all American's so rude?" she asked me.Her voice and accent were like doves cooing in the dark, soft, gentle and hypnotic. I bent down, put my hand on her shoulder and apologized obsessively. She looked at me and smiled as I helped her back to her feet."You should at least offer me a drink, no," she said playfully.I looked down to the pile that she had just left, my.