Lowering your face to mine, we kissed passionately as we ever have before. I wrapped my arms around your neck. You slowly slide your rock hard cock in...ide me. I gasped slightly at the largeness you have become. Thrusting slowly at first you pushed your cock deep inside me. Kissing down my neck, you thrust faster. I moaned. “Keep going.” I was slightly clawing at your back now. Faster and faster you went inside me, harder did you pound into me. You playfully, at first, bit into my shoulder. As. "So I pleaded with her, begged her to shave me. Told her I hated my hair and that nothing would please me more than to lose it. Connie smiled, pleased with my response. "That's better Branca, come over here," she said. She bent my head over the toilet. I heard the soft whirr of clippers and felt the slight pulling sensation as she ran them from the nape of my neck up to the crown, over and over again. I saw all my hair falling away, together with my tears. Connie lifted my shaven head and. "I appreciate Tom's loyalty, but why are you doing a story on me?" You're an enigma. When I first heard about you, I expected a macho asshole. Instead I found a nice guy. I've sold your story to one of the prestigious weekly magazines but I haven't sent them the final draft yet." Are you saying that you will be publishing it whether I agree or not?" More or less."Tom interjected, "Before you say anything else, please read his draft."Tom handed me a small stack of papers, which I began to. “Play your card right and I might ask my little whore if she wants to suck your cock more often.” I explain with a small smile on my lip as he nodded eagerly. She looked up at me, lust in her eyes as she enjoyed the taste of another man. I stood up, coming over to stand behind my kneeled girlfriend. As always, she didn't lift her lips from a cock unless ordered too. I ran my hand up and down her hips, slowly lifting them up. Her lips would stay on the cock, but she would be sticking her ass out.