Back and forth she went from one to another. Drool dripped down her mouth.One cock and then the other.Spit on one, suck on the other, more drool drip...ing from her mouth.Spit on one suck another. Another cock. Spit againThe little bitch’s head was spinning. The men were laughing and joking.Suck It, take it deep. Spit on it. Tighten up. Harder. Faster.Her body, arms and hands ached. It seemed to go on forever.Faster, harder they yelled.She could feel the Black manhood throbbing in her hands. I only have one purse. I keep it stocked with an extra lipstick, compact, plenty of tissues, condoms, lube, and breath mints. A gurl must be prepared for everything.It was getting dark outside, so I could leave soon. Many times in the past, I changed in the car. What a mess. It’s almost impossible to get my face and hair right in the confines of a car. I like it so much better when I can get ready in the house and sneak outside to the car. I put my gurl box back up in the ceiling and. Chances are, she was just talking about hot dog buns, and didn't even realize how crazy of an innuendo this was. That, or...I shook my head back to reality. Jax was back over by the porch, helping my dad with the grill. I shook my head and headed inside. I needed a break.I saw Katie on the couch, so I walked up and sat next to her.She looked up from her phone when I sat down. "Hey!" She said, leaning her head on my shoulder for a second as a greeting, before lifting her head back up. We chatted. ’ She spun around in the chair to show him on the computer what she was doing. ‘See? Then you can tick them off like this, from your bank statement when it comes.’ ‘Thanks…’ was about all he could manage, as he realised the thought and effort she must have put in to this job. ‘What about these here?’ he asked indicating the pile she had left out. ‘Oh these are the ones that need to be paid, still,’ she told him pushing them towards him. Daniel shoved them back and leaned across the desk to open.