I don't want to remember how salty her slit tasted as my tongue bored into her. I don't want to remember the burning wetness that was spreading beneat... my shoulders. The thin mattress must have had a waterproof pad, because none of her piss soaked into it. It all pooled behind my head and shoulders, reminding me of my inadequacy. I attacked her pussy to the best of my ability. I desperately wanted to please her. In my struggle to get my tongue deeper, I managed to catch one of the chains at my. He knew they'd have to come home that night. They couldn't afford to stay in a motel again—the whole poor college student thing. Abigail's income handled day-to-day necessities, and Jack's meager part-time income was just enough to take care of a few luxuries before the rest was squirreled away in savings.He paused, a small duffel bag in hand, and looked at the results of their unexpected visitor the day before. He'd clean up as best he could before Abigail came home later that evening, but for. I was just checking it.”He arched his eyebrow at me. Yep, he did not believe a word I was saying.“Uh-huh. In the staff room. Two cups,” he shook his head at me. “You know, Brianna, I can smell it from over here.”“That bad, huh? Totally sour, I knew it,” I said and tried to walk past him, but he blocked my way again.“I can smell the pumpkin spice.”I froze. Shit. So he could smell it too. It wasn’t just all in my head. I dropped the cups onto the nearest shelf. I didn’t want to touch them. That is if he was found out. He felt sick to the soul, as if he had betrayed himself. Had he given in too easily? He realised now that he had desired this girl for a long time and he had let his professionalism override it. But some how she had known, wished for his throbbing member inside her, sensed his passion. She had known how to control him, allowing herself to be bound and tied like an animal. Had she seen something in his eyes? More than likely even if he hadn’t actually indulged in.