I love him so much, I couldn’t bare to not comply with his request. So I nodded my head as he leaned in and started kissing me, unbuttoning my blous... and sliding it off my shoulders as he did. The guys started to make noise as my bra was exposed. I heard one of them say ‘Damn, she’s stacked!’ in reference to my 38C breasts. Mark unhooked my skirt and I stood up, sliding it down to the floor. Still standing, Mark unhooked my bra and let it fall down. More cheers came as Mark started kissing. We had a dinner date. I walked in, and as soon as I got a look at her wide, innocent face, I knew something was wrong. I could tell she had been crying for some time; and her long, straight, honey-blonde hair was a tangled mess. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked; fearing what the answer would be. "Don't honey me, you damn bastard!" she snarled. My worries were confirmed. We were about to play out the same old script one more time; or so I thought. "Oh, Jesus," I sighed. "Not this again!" "You. .. condition?” he asked.There was something in his voice that I’d never heard before. I didn’t know it then, but as I would think about it afterwards, I’m pretty sure that if I’d said something like, “I need a long, hard, spurting penis in my pussy,” I’d have gotten one. But I said what I was used to saying.“I need to cum. I want you to suck my clitty.”And things continued to happen that I was used to. He did, in fact, crawl between my legs and feast on my pussy, and I did have a glorious,. "Done," he replied."Here," Martin said as he handed me the burn phone. Put your phones in the box and I'll mail them to Maxine's house."I knew that I would have to make a trip to the post office to get the package, since there was nowhere for the mailman to leave it at the apartments. It didn't seem like anything worth mentioning to Martin, so I dropped my phone into the box. "Wait, I need to make a call first. I quickly called Cheryl. "When a package for me arrives, please put it in your.