"I could tell the floor admin, you know? Imagine explaining to your parents how you got kicked out of the hall for sniffing your roommate's underwear....And you will, unless you do something for me. Do it right now," she told me.I asked her what--no I begged to her to tell me what I could do to avoid being exposed. I'd do anything. Apologies and pleas for forgiveness tumbled from my mouth again, but she just ignored me. She demanded that I show her what I did, show her how I made myself cum with. She had been a gawky girl two years ago when I came home from the Navy.With seven years difference in age I had really not known her well at all. I had been away so long. But we could get closer now, and I would help her learn the ways of a large university. She was very excited about the whole situation. I think she must have looked up to me as her brother's good friend. A lot more than I ever knew. Anyway, she was happy and we spent the first evening out eating at a good restaurant, just for. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft and he let me know he approved by moaning and stroking the top of my head. I sucked him for what seemed like a long time. I wanted his cum but he wouldn't let me have it. I began stroking him with one hand and moved the other to his balls, squeezing and stroking then also. I said, "I want your cum!" and that sent him over the edge. He said, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" but I had worked too hard and wanted it too much to stop now. He filled my mouth with. ”I set my purse on the entertainment center, right next to the TV, the camera aimed at the bed.“Looking good,” Clint said in my ear. “I can see the bed. Just keep the fun there.”This was getting difficult having them talking in my ear while staring at this bitch. Mrs. Armstrong swallowed. She glanced at the bed then back to my mother and me. Mrs. Armstrong's cheeks grew scarlet, a flush spreading down to her neck.“So... you want me to stop the protest?” Mrs. Armstrong asked.“That's a given,” I.