With one more, I slide my toy out. My pussy feels used and abused. I fucking love it. I suck on my toy, taking it as deep as I can, and take a photo. ... send it to Chris, with a message about how I wish he would have fucked me on my table. He sends me back a text, telling me he had the same idea. Attached with the message is a photo of his cock. It’s thick, hard and dripping with pre-cum. It’s incredibly sexy, and all I want to do is suck on him. I haven’t felt this wound up in a long time. Not. I nodded my head and said, “yes”. As he pulled my Fiancee toward the door, the guy was still standing there as he looked back and said, “well, are you coming or not”. The guy almost ran.They’d all forgotten about their drinks as they disappeared through the door.I was desperate to see what was going to happen and I told the two drunks I was closing the bar. I said I’d give them one last drink.I quickly closed up and headed upstairs. I didn’t actually know where Dave lived just that it was. I needed air, so I tried to move a bit and catch a deep breath, but he only straightened a grip over my head and said-Stay!It really wasn’t comfortable, my knees were hurting me, my erected cock wanted out, I couldn’t breath, and it was so hot. I was watching him; His eyes were closed and he was moaning loudly in a rhythm of movements in and out of my mouth.Then he started to move more aggressive and I thought that I hear him swear-Fuck, he said, Fuck, here it comesIt wasn’t my first time to. In their first pass through life, they could pull the engine of a Volkswagen in thirty minutes. The van was a completely different animal with the engine in the front of the van. Removing it was far more work than pulling one out of a Beetle. They actually required a hoist to pull the engine.There was a third difference which should have been obvious, but Benny had missed it. The engine of a Volkswagen was air cooled while the engine of the van was water cooled. That meant it was connected in.