Todd gathered his tools although he didn't think he would need them. He got dressed himself, slipping on his jeans and t-shirt over his g-string. He s...iled at the thought of working everyday in a g-string with Meg and affirmed to himself once again that life was good.He was headed up to the front door when Eric came out through the garage door with a suitcase in hand. "Hi, Todd. Thanks for coming over. Stacy is inside, so go on in. I will warn you, she has been clothes shopping for our vacation. ‘You’ve lost your amateur status.’ ‘Hey, I never got paid to … Ummm. Nevermind,’ she laughed. ‘But not my virgin status!’ ‘Yeah, I’m still not sure how you’ve managed that.’ ‘I’m a *good* girl,’ she said with a very sexy, innocent voice. ‘Very good – I’ve read about you in every men’s room on the highway.’ ‘Remember, those are only the SURVIVORS who wrote about good I am.’ ‘So anyway, after a couple of handjobs, last night he wanted a blowjob. I gave him the works. I started just stroking his. Besides, you already sent the warning note, if you back out now, you won't get any respect as a phantom thief."You keep telling yourself those words, doing your best to smile, but they do nothing to calm the churning in your stomach and the racing of your heart. As your limbs twitch and your breath quickens, you wipe your brow and say, "Alright, alright, calm down, there is nothing to be worried about. You calculated every last detail and planned it so you're not doing anything too complicated.. I am in the kneeling position. I could see how pleased the guest was to have full access to my throat without any chance of resistance from me. he did not hesitate to push his cock down my throat until his balls were pressed to my face. The pain was moderate but I was in a panic because I was getting no air at all. He would fuck my throat for about a minute at a time pulling out for maybe 5 seconds so I could take a breath. Puke was flowing out my nose and every time he pulled out a lot of puke.