Ugh.” I got in the passenger seat of Dalton’s Corvette, and we started to his house. Getting on the highway, Dalton began to pick up speed. “D...lton, slow down. I really don’t want to get pulled over.” He pressed his foot on the pedal more. “Aaah relax. We are going to be late if I don’t hurry.” We sped past cars at 85mph, and I groaned in frustration when we passed a police car. A few moments later I saw the familiar red and blue lights in the rearview mirror. Dalton pulled over and put. We were waiting on my wife to join us, but she was taking her sweet time about doing so.We’re not really close friends, but my wife and I were letting him crash with us while he was in town. We'd run through the usual talking points. I don’t like football, so wasn’t much help there. He didn’t know much about MMA, so we failed to connect there too. We talked briefly about our jobs, avoided politics, and were really reaching when we started talking about bourbon - but thankfully it was something. "George, still confused by the change in Allison's nature, made his way to Erica's as he had been instructed.When he arrived at Erica's house, she was there to greet him. She waved him through to one of the rooms at the back of the house and told him to undress. As usual he took his clothes and locked them in the small cupboard at the back of the room. Just like before he stood as he had been told; facing the wall and with his hands on the top of his head.This was the worse part, thought. And, having a set of full lips was an advantage.Phil groaned as I began seriously fellating him, coordinating my mouth movements with hand strokes. I was kneeling next to him entirely focused on his cock and his pleasure. I jerked in surprise and missed a stroke as I felt his hand caressing my ass. I regained my composure quickly and only moaned around his thick slab of black man meat when I felt him begin to gently stroke my balls, weighing them in his hand and gently manipulating them with.