I sucked him like the naughty American girl Paul was always wanting to meet I guess. He was ready to blow his load and I told him the same thing that ... told Tony. And now I had Paul unload his cum in my mouth. I sucked every drop out of him, cleaned him and he was still semi hard. Paul wanted to fuck me and asked if we could do it now.He tried gropping me, fondling me and I let him have some fun and as soon as he started to get hard again, I got up, got out of the car, adjusted my dress and. I drove and sang along with the music, re-playing the same song over and over until I had no choice but to be completely overcome with what the lyrics meant. "If you can't say no, just think about me", easy enough to understand, right? A lover tells his unfaithful partner to think of him before she commits any more crimes against their relationship. Damned guilt, it weeds its way in every time. What is it that's so incredibly sexy about "shame on you" music? Music that speaks to you and tells. Her face squinched up in distaste as he ejaculated on her face, causing her make up to smear and coating her tan skin in his seamen. “Still hungry?” He asked. She nodded, looking slightly sick. “Here's a snack.” He said, pulling out a spoon and feeding her his cum. She gagged, obviously disgusted and angry, but he made her swallow every drop. She cringed at the gooey texture going down her throat. “Swallow it all, you little slut.” He mocked cruelly, amused by her revulsion. Soon she finished,. The room is as black and white as the tuxedos and gowns that fill it, and everything in my pockets feels ten times too heavy. I reach for my cigarette case, feeling the cool metal of sterling silver. I can feel the etched design, and I can even see it in my mind. A heart with my name in it, a gift from my lover. ‘Hands out of the pockets.’ I do as I’m told, trying to find a way to stall any way I can–to get anyone’s attention before this man with the sad voice gets his way. My hands are out of.