She spoke to one briefly, then handed her what appeared to be car keys from her pocketbook which she had left there (I assume they were friends of her...) then walked back to me.She took my hand, smiled, and said, "Lead the way."We went to the parking garage and Deirdre stopped as I unlocked my early model Ford."Is this yours?" she asked, with a slight hint of distaste."Yeah, afraid so," I replied, "When you're a starving college student you have to set certain priorities, and a new car isn't. ” “No you’re not. You’re going home to your flat where Zoey’s waiting for you.” “Fuck her.” “Stop talking like that about your girlfriend.” My mate put his hand down the front of his trackies, had a right good fumble. “It’s still hard.” “That’s coz you’re a dirty bastard.” “It’s coz you kissed me.” I took hold of his arm and started walking. Then my mate, he took hold of me and dragged me round the back of this building. “What the fuck you doing? Where we going?” He leaned against the wall then. She smiled at the guys, knowing what they were doing as she did what she was asked to do. After unloading the tray onto the table she stood, smiled and turned crisply and started walking away. As if she could feel the eyes looking up her firm, smooth legs to her big, round, firm ass hiding a thong between thick cheeks, barely covered at all by the sheer wrap, her head turned and smiling, she asked over her shoulder ‘Was there anything else you and your friend needed, Master?’ ‘Why don’t you. He slid over the slit, tasting some of the salty precum there, and then blushed, pulling his tongue back, staring at the monster cock in front of him. The man sighed, growing impatient. "Bitch, you better get to work before I stick it all the way down that tiny throat of yours. If I have to do that, I'll fucking choke you to death with my cock, so it's up to you." Scared, James again moved his tongue out across the giant head. He started licking up and down the head, opening his lips to.