I feel her fangs push deep into my shoulder, and I stiffen in the painful pleasure of her milking the blood from my neck.With one last lick she starts...to kiss down my body, her skin now as hot as coals. Kneeling between my legs and stroking my hard dick she smiles at me, as if to say "I got mine, now for yours." before slowly lowering her head and taking my head between her soft lips and into her hot moist mouth. With slow strokes she moves her head up and down over my shaft, her tongue. Possibly even better than necessary. They had sat andtalked and sipped wine, and she felt herself relaxingand getting looser. The room was nice and warm, andother than occasional risque comments, he was almost agentleman.Ralph had risen from the floor, and sat beside her, soclose their knees touched. His hand, occasionallytouched her, too. She didn’t mind that much. She waswarming up to him, just like he’d intended.“Holly, my dearest,” he whispered, and placed his. Yosemite Sam asks, "What are you doing?"I answer, "I'm trying to figure out if I want to use my last burner phone for calling the Truth Network to refute Stacy's claim."Fearless Freep states, "Well, I'm not so sure that you can refute what seems to be the truth."I complain, "Truth hell! I was tricked and that means it's not true!"Yosemite Sam pushes her two cents worth, "I'm not sure being tricked doesn't mean it's not true. After all, didn't our president trick everyone to get into. I did.My face flushed as I told Sean the rumors were indeed false and that is was me that made sure my fiance got a raise. His eyes got wide and he said, “Damn, you sucked Mr. Carlson’s cock?” I nodded and told him to shut up so I could finish sucking his. Sean laughed and leaned back into the couch. I took my place on my knees before him again and went back to sucking him.As my head bobbed up and down on Sean’s cock, he kept taking swigs of beer. With any luck it would just take a few.