He was good like that. He had a way of making you know he was interested in you and what you had to say or felt and, at the moment, it was the most im...ortant thing he had to do. We had become great pals and I could always rely on him to be there for me. So it was important for me to do the same – I really wanted him to be happy. After a while, he stopped the conversation and said we were expected at Amanda’s for a cookout – that afternoon. I was a little angry with him for springing it on me. I just kept my head down to the floor, I wasstill sobbing. They seemed to huddle to themselves fora moment, before the leader stepped forward. “This ishighly unusual.” he said with obvious understatement.“I mean, we certainly get our share of sluts aroundhere, but this really takes the cake.”I chanced a look up at his face as he spoke. His jawwas tight, but he seemed much more in control then hedid at the shed door. “Well slut, I’ll call you slut even though. He now held my open hair and spurted jets of cum inside my mouth which I had to swallow.He looked at my mouth, and his dick smeared with red lipstick and smiled. He told me it was the best blowjob he ever got. Now he told me it was his turn. He opened up my thighs and parted my pussy lips. It was already letting juices. He finger fucked for a while and soon was between my legs.He kept them aside and brought out his warm tongue. The moment it touched my clit, I shook. He started licking its. ”Linda knew just what to take because he had given her a wad of cash the previous month and instructed her to buy those items for possible travel. She imagined herself wearing them in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower and the romantic atmosphere of the Left Bank.She wondered if her boss would have a Frenchman for her to wrap her legs around to help seal the deal. He had taken her on a trip to Scotland a few weeks ago and turned her over to the President of the investing firm and his younger.