“Is it the agent? Oh!” She stopped short, seeing an enormous man peering down at her, his head cocked askance, like she was a bug he was deciding ...hether or not to squash. The dog next to him snorted. It looked sickly, she thought.“Mrs. Kristen Foley, I presume?” The tall man smiled in a most disturbing way. His large yellow teeth crowded that smile and looked as though they were lined up in rows, like an industrial shredder. Or a shark.Kris nodded.“My name is Corax, of Corax and Grum,” the. Her treatment of me is a combination of mockery, teasing, and harassment. When she jokes it is in a very mean way. While I am servicing her she will joke about how lucky I am that I don’t have look at bare asses in porno magazines because I have her warm real one to lick. Or she will tell me how she usually holds off going on a Sunday so that she can go first thing Monday morning. “It is so titillating to think I am saving it for you” she teases. Another time she announced, “I have a treat. She said without exception their dick would get hard and she knew they would follow her where ever she wanted. When she finished tell me about the guy she fucked in the parking lot she got off my dick and kneeled down pointing her ass at me and said fuck me. I need to cum. I did. We pulled a throw off the couch and we slept in the living room floor. The next morning, we woke up. She kissed me and asked me if I wanted to see a really fucked pussy. She spread her legs and showed me her. ”We stand there for about a minute, watching each other stroking our cocks when he looks down at his and gives me what I call the “You want to go?” head tilt. You know the kind, where maybe you're with a buddy at a club and he's ready to leave, so he makes eye contact with you and tilts his head toward the door. Well, like in a club, and still stroking my cock, I give him two small nods of my head.We rinse off, shut off our showers and head out to dry ourselves off. I've got one foot up on a.