When she offered up her puckered, pink asshole, I gave in. Checking the stacks for customers, and, finding none, I locked the doors and rushed to the ...reak room. Robin had already shed her clothes and bent over our bench, strumming on her hard, little clit. I knelt behind her and proceeded to tongue her fuckhole and asshole. When I knew she was close to orgasm, I stood and dropped my trousers. I wore no underwear and my rock hard cock was nearly touching my belly. I spat a gob on her pulsing. Me well I had blouse on ( no bra ) skirt and stockings and higheels ( No pants ). Money was passed and my mom left. We had a couple of drinks to relax. I sat beside her, she was called Samantha ( her age 21 ), his name was Jim. I started to play with her hair, she seemed nervous which aroused me. Jim across from us watching as I kissed her lips and neck, I could feel her trying to talk to me, but I kissed her again more passionately she responded and it was like he wasn’t there. My hands was. After ten minutes of pounding, Marty exploded in his mouthand all over his face, and about a minute later, Mick finally stoppedas well and he could feel sperm dripping down his thighs."Thanks babe," said Marty, as he zipped his pants and grabbed a beer."So, where's the dude that wrote those songs. That's some good shit. Wecould use it." Right here," said Mick, pointing down at Jake as he zipped up and satdown. "You just blew your load all over his face." Oh shit!" said Marty, stunned. "I. Then one time she started talking about one guy in her group that was driving a beautiful vintage Jag. Then she began talking about how soft the leather seats were and how well the car rode and drove. Finally one night she said how she thought the owner would be really rough but she couldn't believe how gentle he was. Still I never suspected anything. Then the phone calls started. Often about 8:30-9:00 on weekends the phone would ring and she would answer. She never really said much, but I.