Before you can change your mind, I step a little closer and gently push the jacket from your shoulders with my hands. My eyes are locked on yours as m... hands lightly brush down the length of your arms. I watch avidly as your pupils dilate and your breath catches in your throat. I draw you closer to me and cup the side of your face with my hand. I lean close and ever so lightly brush my lips along yours, enjoying the flavor of your gloss and the scent of your hair. I let you go as a small. "But you're as bad as he was. Everything he said was probably true. I am going to make this quick for you though. Open your mouth."Now that was something I could do. "Pull down your pants," I said lustily. "This is going to be the best blow job you've ever had." Yeah," he said snidely. "But it's not going to be the kind of blow job you give your Johns." He pulled a gun from his pocket and stuck the barrel in my mouth. "This is going to be the kind of blow job where I blow your slutty brains all. 'Man c'mon my turn' I look to the side and Chris has his cock in his hand. It's longer and he is completely shaved. He isn't quite hard but I know that it isn't going to take long. Graeme gives my mouth a couple more slow pumps and pulls his spit covered cock away. He steps back giving my cheek a little stroke as he says 'so beautiful'Chris moves in front of me, his cock gripped in his hand. He guides it into my mouth and I feel him grow almost straight away. He also makes It quite clear that. My almost dripping cunt. You finger fuck me... then you rub my clit, pushing me to the very edge. I wanna cry out when you pull your finger out without giving me a release. This time you use the steel ruler from your drawer to spank me. After a couple of blows, you pull me back up and turn me around and kiss me on my lips... hard... bruising them. Your hands push my jacket off my shoulders, bunching it at my elbows. Still kissing, you fumble with the buttons on my shirt and manage to get them.