She was a slut. A whore. A cocksucker!She felt her rocking head being clamped between cradling hands. Strong fingers dug into her long silky hair, cur...ed around to cup the back of her head, guiding her. She speeded up, pumping furiously, sucking cock with grim determination.The renewed surge, caused his hands to tighten on her undulating head, and the man staggered back. She heard the a****l grunts he made through clenched teeth as he held her tight and his hips began to buck in instinctive. As for me loving it, you're fucking lucky I didn't call the police and have you charged with assault, aggravated rape, sodomy, and any other charge I'm sure the police could think up."Now I was confused, I knew I had left the five thousand at her place.'Of course you did but she isn't going to remember it if I don't want her to. Now offer her a lift, and when she refuses and mentions calling a taxi you'll know what to say, and what to do.'"Now get out of my way you big fat tub of lard,". No deals, not even the kind that Benny, Jenny, and company have. I do swallow, too, something that I never did in the past. So, anything else that you want to know?” Bobbie explained a bit more than we expected.“Hey, that’s alright with me. I’m no prude, either, as you can see,” I grinned and everyone broke into laughter about that.Shortly afterward, we hugged Bobbie and left the shop, all of us astonished at just how kinky people could be that folks had known all of their lives. Lowell. I pouted some more and tried to be as sexy as possible, which may have looked daft and drunken! I pouted and ran my hand over his thigh and traced the seam of his trousers up to his crotch. I looked over at him with innocent eyes and continued until my hand was gripping his growing cock through his trousers. He gasped initially but continued to concentrate on the road. I could tell in his eyes that he would struggle to say no to me – he always had and I could guess he wanted to know what I.