A thousand questions run through my mind. What did I do that made you leave? Will you return? Has this night ended before it even began? I feel nausea...ed, sick. A hundred feelings flood my mind, body and soul all at once. I contemplate leaving, but I am your guest, I have no transportation. Even so, to leave unannounced is not something I would do, not how I was raised and not who I am. As these things haunt me, I hear the bathroom door open, the light behind you illuminate the body before my. Not too hard, but firm. Fucking your mouth. Rhett looks at this and says “Damn… That must feel amazing.” I tell him yes, he’s dead right. It is amazing. And with that, you switch again, going back to his cock. This time though, you take him all in. Fully balls deep, the whole shaft in your mouth. I know the head is buried in your throat. This is so exciting to see! Rhett starts fucking your mouth now too. Pulling his cock nearly all the way out, then sliding all the way in, till his balls are. A regular would never bring a child to Last Chance. The conversation was often too ribald for that. It didn’t matter if it was 3:00 p.m. or 3:00 a.m., conversation might turn to adult topics.One famous night, an unfortunate streetwalker had been so offended by the discussion of female complications and sexually transmitted diseases that she had ranted at the diners before storming out to search for a higher class of degenerate.A long forgotten bad boy had discovered the power of horribly. Mark returned with a bottle of Patron Silver and reached for a shot glass. “Oh, just pour it in my mouth.” Mark put his thumb over the pour spout and tilted the bottle. “Ready? Here it comes.” The liquid started to pool in the back of my mouth. I could feel the tequila burning my tongue and the inside of my mouth. “Okay, swallow baby!” Mark said with a smile. I swallowed the warm tequila and smiled at Mark while wrinkling my nose and said “You know I always do.” “You want a lime?” Mark.