He didn’t say a word, his head just tipped back as I continued working all eight inches. After about 20 strokes, his natural lube was all absorbed i...to the soft skin of his cock and I didn’t hesitate to engulf his piece of white meat into my mouth.At first I only went half-way down his shaft. He let out a moan as I sucked my way back up toward the head, “You never got this far I see,” I said before shoving his cock to the back of my throat as far as it could go. He moaned again. I knew he was a. .After that first session with Laura I couldn't get enough. I would make any and every excuse to see Laura, usually at the pool in the apartment building, but sometimes I would just go straight over to her apartment and knock on the door after she got home from work.Over those next few weeks we became quite good friends. One thing I really loved was that she never talked down to me; it was always as though I were her equal even though I was really just a young girl.But it was not in the pool,. I sighed. “Fuck. God, you two … You know I won’t refuse you.”Their smiles increased knowingly.Mr. Baldwin shifted slightly down on the bed until he was flat. He began into his director mode, reminding me of the night with the Vice Presidents. His cock was plenty hard and he held it straight up in the air, the implication obvious to us all. But Mrs. Baldwin stopped me from mounting him. She stretched across the bed to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and removed the handy tube of lubrication.. He is almost smothering her in between his legs. “I’m going to have some fun with you today,” he says as he grinds his crotch against her nose. He withdraws and slaps her across the face. “That is for being such a little tease to me and for being a fucking bitch.” He slaps her across the face again. “You do not have permission to look me in the eyes, bitch. You do that again and you’re going to regret it.” Then he grabs her by the face and turns her head to Beckett, who is still sitting on the.