The guy, though, put his hand on the back of this girl's head and forced her to take more! He was pumping his meat into her mouth as he did this.Wheth...r it was staged to look like the girl was uncomfortable, I don't know; but within a few minutes, this bimbo had her hands on the guy's cakes and was bobbing all the way down to his root!Just when it looked like he was going to wash her tonsils with his spunk, the girl pulled back and stroked him as he blew his nut!Apparently, Kevin had seen this. I then push her onto the sofa and instruct her to open her legs as wide as possible. With the red lipstick, I write “Dirk’s Slut” just above her pussy, another quick pic for Mr Smith before I move up and kiss her, while telling her that she is a good slut. As I kiss her, I touch her wet pussy for the first time, she shudders and whimpers as I caress her clit, getting faster and faster, I can tell she is about to orgasm and I stop, she begs me to continue. I look her in the eyes and say, no. I asked her about her costume. Oh, and whether she had a kid at the party." That's good," Tamara reassured me."Then we got cut off by the commotion in the backyard," I said."So you had good reason to not finish the conversation." Well, I could have talked to her again on the porch." True. Why didn't you?"My gut wrenched. This was feeling way too much like another therapy session. I didn't want to be having a therapy session with Tamara. I wanted to be..."I dunno," I said, cutting off that train. We hadn't been clubbing for several years and I said, "We'll be the oldest people in there; let's head back to the hotel."Faye had other ideas and was adamant she wanted to go and after trying several different arguments to persuade me, she leaned forward so I could see down her top and said, "I'll make it worth your while, you know how drunk and horny I get after a few more drinks." I quickly changed my mind and said we could see what the club was like.There was a long queue when we arrived at.