I had a finger buried inside her warm wet cavern and my mouth filled with her right nipple, when she said, ‘You are every bit as good sober. Just as...Anya promised, you are quite the whore.’ Now you would think that would turn me off, but I really wasn’t turned on, so there was no mood to break. What I did wonder was how Anya knew I was a good little whore. I didn’t think too many women knew that. Sure a couple of her cop buddies had heard the stories about me and the intern no doubt. That. . Well, yes... but... you need something, to." Me?" Yes, you. Chantelle invited us to her house for their bash, and she said I could bring my boyfriend, when I asked." Chantelle Cripps?" Yeah." She's not in your usual crowd..." I don't have a usual crowd round here, any more." Alright, but she wasn't, either." No, but..." But she's more likely to be amenable to having me around than any of the people that were in your crowd." I know we hung with different crowds at school — you wouldn't have. We sewed material to a couple of garters for the guys to directly put the money in.Now, my recorded voice says, “And Now Gentlemen, Welcome to the stage ‘The Beautiful and Sexy, Strawberry Fields!’”The music of ‘Beautiful’ starts, and at first all you see is her leg, from behind the curtain, then an arm, then a fully covered “Strawberry’ coming out on stage. She was amazing – taking off a fabric swatch to uncover just a bit of skin from above her breast, and she bent deep to show the girls to. ............I wanted it all, and with very little in the way of a gag reflex, I knew I could have it.I placed my hands at the back of Dave's legs and started to increase his rhythm, pulling him deeper into my throat, allowing him to pull almost all the way out before sliding his cock back into my mouth, which was now being stretched at the corners as his width found its way down.I could now taste his pre-cum on my tongue, so briefly stopped to suck the head of Dave's cock, savouring the sweet.