As June sat at the table wondering what to do next, she decided to grab some 25 cent burgers at MacDonald’s. She grabbed her keys and left.June got ...er order of two burgers, French fries, and a Coke and sat in the car trying to decide where to go to eat them. She knew Roger was at work but decided to go to his apartment complex anyway since it was the closest place, had a quiet parking lot, and wouldn’t be crowded.As June drove, she couldn’t help but think about Roger’s interview. Has it. I swallowed, both! My lips were now pressed against his zipper. My throat closed tightly around the head. Spurt,spurt, spurt. I could feel him throbbing against the inside of my mouth and my tongue. Thick wads of cum splashed against the back of my throat. Trying to swallow and breath caused my throat to contract, pulling at the knob lodged there, milking it. I was getting out of breath. I slowly backed off, sucking and licking every last juice off that beautiful shaft. He looked down at me. "Excuse me?" as I shut the door behind him. "I think it would be rather embarrassing for the president of the PTA to be begging like that in a video. Don't you think?" "What the fuck? Are you blackmailing us? You little fucker!" as I move in closer to him so we are almost nose to nose. Joel's attitude seems to change. He's cockier. More sure of himself. "How do you know where she works?" Joel pulls out Katie's application for the shopping spree which listed her home address, work address,. That bastard is cheating, too – well I do not have any proof, but I damn well suspect that he is. I have seen how that little slutty receptionist looks at him. How he is always "bumping" into the divorcee across the street.I can come up with ten thousand different ways that what I am doing is a lot less worse than what he is doing.But why do I feel this is just a rationalization to excuse my actions? Am I just trying to convince myself?Week 8I really miss my friends. In the beginning, the.