The person at the other end was definitely interested inmore than just having a dining partner.Holy shit. Did that mean that Charlene was cheating on ...ackson? Surelynot, right? I mean, I didn't have anyone back home I was seeingexclusively. However, Charlene and Jackson were supposed to be acouple. Boyfriend and girlfriend. I read both messages again, shakingmy head. I really didn't want to believe that a version of me could bethat kind of person."God, I really hate that man," Michelle said out. My tongue rolling over the head before taking it in my mouth. At first slowly sucking on just the head. slowly taking it down my throat. Feeling his hands on my head as he forces his cock all the way He starts face fucking me hard and deep, forcing me to gag. Forcing His cock all the way down my throat, holding my head down, not letting me up is making me gag more, louder. Suddenly He grabs my hair, lift me up and throws me on the bed, belly down. He is immediately on top me. Forcing my legs. She pulled the dildo out an put more coke in. Have at it boys. I know I should have been scared but I was so high I wanted used like a piece of fuck meat. I looked back and with all the lust I could manage in my eyes I said come on boys these holes are all yours. Please make me your cumdump. They both mounted a hole and started fucking I was moaning and bucking as they were calling me names and fucking me. Most of what I was doing and saying I do not remember but the girls showed me later as. The woman sighed,’ Alright, I’ll talk to you later’. ‘Bye and he hung up, and then quickly called the anonymous man back, ‘Yes sir?’ ‘Did you get it?’ a low man’s voice said. ‘Sir!’ ‘Good’, he slowly sighed, with a sense of gluttony in his voice,’ Only eight more days’. The man hung up. The masked man put his phone in his pocket and walked out the door. TWO Sirens wailed outside 667 Windthorne Lane. Policemen, forensics, and investigators flooded the house and property of Dr. McMilhan like.