I was wearing my long t-shirt and some lacy panties but the t-shirt covered it. Show the guys that you're my bitch faggot. Of course I dropped immedia...ely to my knees and took his cock out and started sucking. See, Daddy said, I told you he was a good bitch. Now get some beers for the guys and clean off the table we're gonna play cards here, and here's some money go by a cold 30 pack so we don't run out. I put on my tight pegged jeans and a shirt and went to get the beer.I did what I was told. After a minute or so, she said she felt like cumming. And she shoot out an idea. She asked me to suck all her juices and keep it in my mouth without drinking it. I did as like she want. I was having her juices in my mouth. she started to stroke my thing. In seconds I flood out my semen. She took it all in her mouth. Now both of us standing having others juices in mouth. She came near and started to french kiss me. Our juices got mixed and the taste was unforgettable. We swallowed it. She looked. .shit. Jennifer stood splayed in the middle of the room and cursed her impatience. Robert had never said what time he would be meeting her here. And did he definitely say tonight? She was only a little thankful that most of her weight was hanging from her arms, because it made it a little easier to stand in the ballet heels. But still...maybe if I just... Nope, definitely not going anywhere soon. Where is he anyway? Damn damn damn... Time stopped for an eternity, then Jennifer broke the silence. She kept a firm grip on my shaft, stroking it in time with her mouth as she sucked and slurped greedily. She used her hands with the skill of a saxophone player, turning them into an extension of her mouth. “Son of a bitch!” I hissed as she stroked and sucked like a maestro. She looked up at me brazenly as she worked my cock. There was a fire in her eyes. I don't know if it was pure lust, the thrill of sucking cock in the open, the risk of being caught, or maybe some genuine affection from the.