I gagged andwretched as her cockhead slipped into my throat, but she held me thereuntil I was able to relax and adjust. After that, she fucked my face...ard and fast, crushing my nose against her groin, and nearly bruisingmy chin with the bouncing of her balls.I reached up to play with her balls, but she slapped my hands away."You are not to touch until told."Properly chastised, I dropped my hands to my side and just let her useme. My face was her fuck-toy, and I existed only to ensure that. Moving to the beat, she turned around and saw what had to be the most gorgeous guy making his way toward her on the dance floor. He was taller than her, maybe 5'8" or so, which she considered a great "fit" for her 5'4" frame. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and more tattoos than anyone she had ever seen before, and he instantly turned her on.Without saying a word, he started dancing with her, their bodies instantly working together in unison, feeling the rhythm more than hearing it, and she. Stan quickened his stroke and increased the force of his thrusts. His dick was granite hard and his balls were begging for release of the torrent of jism that he had stored away. Claire pumped back onto his cock as she reached with her free hand and stroked her own clit, causing her to lose control. She was begging for release, pumping back against his cock, offering everything that she had to this man who just days ago had been a complete stranger. Stan’s breath caught in his throat, he tried. I felt like my interviewer strayed off target several times, but I answered the questions to the best of my ability.After I was finished, Rob was waiting for me and said we were to meet at the Lee's house now. Marc gave me his personal phone number, said I could call anytime and not to hesitate. His last recommendation was I might want to buy a handgun.When we reached the Lee's house, Aunt Lee led us in and went to make tea. Mary and Nukka followed her into the kitchen and soon I heard a.