.” she stopped. “ Was what? Fucking” I said jokingly“Hey!!!” she replied“Hey why don’t I bring a pair of mine for you to wear for the ti...e being, before I rip off that thong of your and do stuffs to you” I said to her. “Oh please do, I don’t wanna be a victim of rape” She said smiling. I went to my room to get a pair of jeans for her and at the same time I called frank to see what’s up with him. Frank was somewhere in town, he refused to give me more details but he ended the call with him. Those. They did not hesitate to offer me, to take Sergey's member in his mouth, then surely to swallow his sperm. It was too dramatic - today, for the first time, I tasted someone else’s sperm and immediately followed this continuation. I would have refused, got up and left, but my little dick gave out me, tried to get up from the idea proposed one. And although the belt did not allow, the situation, as they say, on the face. What stopped me all the same is the understanding that I cannot do. Before Tony could say anything else, Mrs. Lewis came in, then looked at Stephanie saying "I've got your laundry done and sitting on your bed Tony." Then she smiled at Tony, which looked a little forced. Tony knew that Mrs. Lewis wasn't very fond of Stephanie, and for good reason. Stephanie was always a little insulting or patronizing towards her. Now he seemed to be stuck with that dislike, "And what would you like for dinner, Mrs. Miller?" Tony felt himself blush a little bit, finding it. I close my eyes and let out a frustrated groan. I roll over in my bed and grab my pillow. Behind my closed eyelids, I try to replay my dream. I remember the faceless man who always seems to haunt my dreams. Why? Night after restless night he torments me, touches me, fucks me, whispers to me. Night after night, I wake up only to realize, I am alone. I groan again. I am 26 years old. I have a great job. I have a great little house in a respectable community. What is wrong with me? I roll over.