My first time sucking cock and I'm loving every second of it. He starts face fucking me slowly as I'm staring up at him. I hear the trucker "Suck that...shit covered cock you dirty whore." My arms at my side just letting this stranger use my mouth. I snap out of it. What the hell am I doing? Why am I cleaning off his shit covered cock and loving it? What is wrong with me? He starts getting more forcefull trying to get it down my virgin throat. Gagging on it but not stopping him from continuing. It was too early for him to panic. I saidsoothingly, "Just joking. Here, hold this." I reached round and placedthe chain in his hand, wondering whether he would drop it. He clung toit like he was a small boy holding his father's hand. I placed the secondclothesline in my empty pocket to have it out of the way, then began unbuttoningGerth's shirt."What are you doing?" It was nearly a scream. If I touched hisbelt, he'd start howling louder than the Lawnville fire siren. Fortunately,I wasn't. He would have been long gone except for Milwaukee Phil. Phil always decided when a partnership was over, you just hoped he let you walk away. As it was they were moving the money from the main house through several different banks, doing everything thy could think of to hide it fron the IRS and from Phil.It was Becks who found them an accountant that seemed to specialize in non taxable income. He was a regular trick of hers and was bragging about his skills, we tried him with some money. I opened it. There was a threadbare blouse, two or three T-shirts, a large baggy sweatshirt, another pair of jeans tightly rolled up, and, among other items, a woman's compact and a wallet. Taking out the wallet, I found a Georgia driver's license issued to Michelle Amanda Toomey, whose birthday was 24 years in the past. It had the picture of a bored-looking young woman with honey colored hair, large brown eyes, high cheekbones and a sensuous mouth. I opened the compact and compared my own face.