I didn't a lot care if I killed him, too, he was the asshole who'd set this whole damn thing in motion. What I needed was time to get my ass out of th... building.Golden, too, pitched forward in the same oddly boneless way, and I threw down the paperweight and headed for the door. It took me a minute to realize that the fucking thing was locked. Quiller must have hit the latch when Golden had told him to close it. Chilled, I realized it had been their intention all along that I shouldn't leave. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, slurping away. I worked my head up and down on his hard cock while he let out a moan and told me how good it felt. I was really enjoying this. He put his hands on my head and began fucking my face. I moaned and whimpered while he shoved his cock down my throat. After barely 2 minutes, he said, “oh god, here it comes”, as he pulled my face tight on his cock. I felt his first shot squirt into the back of my throat. I swallowed and kept sucking as he let. More drinks and more dancing and suddenly she was aware that his fingers were back. This time, however, she didn't push his hand away."I'll teach this asshole a lesson" she thought, "I'll let him get himself all hot and bothered and then send him home with a case of blue-balls."More drinks and more dancing and by then he had worked two fingers into her pussy. Betty decided to get really wicked, do something that would give him an even bigger case of blue-balls. On her next trip to the bath room. Great," Kathy stammered, "just, just great. I'll keep an eye out for him." Now, hop in the shower and we'll get you ready for the next patient." Yes, Mrs. Potter," Kathy walked unsteadily toward the shower room.The sex therapist had a blue business suit laid out when she emerged. "This time, you're a sexratery. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Sure," Kathy said warily as she slipped on the black stockings.Kathy was pleased by the conservative young business woman that looked back at her from the.