Oh, Sir, the taste of Your cum for the second time that night; the smell and feel of it raining down on me! I came a third time and convulsed as I did...so. I felt my eyes rolling up into my head...And then nothing.When I regained consciousness there was a brief moment when I thought it had all been some kind of intense, erotic dream and that I had come in my sleep. It wasn't until I yawned and tried to turn over - perhaps with the thought of returning to my dream before it faded away - and. ?Yes.? Megin snapped. Before she knew what happened she felt Mr. Vidic pull her to his cock. It was less than an inch from her lips, the purple head oozing precum. ?Kiss it you little whore. Right on the tip.? He pushed his cock into her lips and smeared his precum over them. She didn’t know why but she let her mouth open and Mr. Vidic entered it’s warmth with a groan. He fucked her mouth slowly with long strokes a few times before pulling his cock out. ?Take your clothes off gash.? He stepped. I barely glanced at the guy with his little tags. I can't even remember what it was I grabbed as an excuse to go into the dressing rooms. It must have been something. All I remember is closing the door to the dressing room and plunging down the hallway.A couple of minutes later I was wearing a green dress and a body that stretched it in all the right places. For awhile all I could do was stand there and look at my reflection in the mirror. Then I saw that the little black purse was on the bench. I ain’t waiting round.”“Yes, in fact you are. According to Mr. Goldstein.”More muttering.He crossed the East River on the 59th Street Bridge, just as if we were heading to LaGuardia. Turned up some terrible techno-rock, mostly drums. I sat back, let him enjoy his little victory.Fifteen minutes later, he exited a parkway and worked his way steadily east and a little north on surface streets. Completely uncharted territory for me, but he seemed to know where he was going. Past Maspeth, past a.