Old man reading the paper in the far corner, a couple of employees shuffling behind the counter, no one remotely close enough to be the target of his ...eclaration."I know what you are," the odd young man repeated. "I know your secret." I think you might have me confused for someone else," Sienna replied. This dude is really pushy, she thought.He stood up and came over to her table and pointedly straddled the chair opposing her. "I don't think so. We can see it in each other, I think. It's easy. Pulling it down slightly, she felt the blood coursing through it as the tip reached her lips. Licking the thick head experimentally, teasingly, she opened her mouth, looking up at him as she did so, and slipped her lips over the end of his cock.Gwen took another sip of her milky drink, and watched, squirming, as her little sister seemed to eagerly suck on her brother’s very hard prick. Last night was obviously not an aberration, she thought, as she slipped a hand down to press against the front. It wasn't much of a stretch for me as I was used to being surrounded by menall day long. My ego was in no need of stroking. A petite minx, I had a wild mane of wavy chestnut hair that framed my delicateface. I loved my hair this way; it was a symbol of my spirit and my crowningglory. Flashing green eyes belied the intelligence behind them. My boyfriendsalways said that my pouty, bow-shaped lips were made for cock sucking. I hada healthy looking body from years of tennis, racquetball, and. As Mike rushed to the door, he told his brother “stay there, I’ll call and give you instructions. Maurice sat down on his chair, irritated at the idea that someone is close to figuring out their motives and at worst, interfere with their plans. He stayed put for about an hour when his phone rang. It was Mike.“Go to Pipeline Bar. The owner is a buddy of mine and he owes me a favor. Tell him to empty the place and prepare the car. Go there and dress as a bartender. Bring the Rohypnol and.