It went on. My eyes watered furiously and when he withdrew long enough for me to look up at him, his face was shadowed; teeth clenched and constrained...pleasure darkening his features. I didn’t want him to stop. He used me, driving his throbbing cock into my mouth over and over until my throat felt raw and saliva dripped down my chin.It should have been humiliating but it didn’t feel that way. Subconsciously, my hand had found its way beneath my dress to my dripping snatch and as his cock. ..'The old man hadn't said Seven to Ten Days ... No, he'd said Seven to Ten BUSINESS days.'Everybody knows governmental offices are only open 4 days a week ... Well, five really, but that fifth day is a myth. Nobody starts anything new on Friday. They start leaving at noon on Friday.'But this coming business week doesn't start until NEXT Tuesday.'This is Friday. Shit. I was already starting to sweat. I was doing my figuring on my fingers.'Today doesn't count, nor Saturday, Sunday and Monday is. Technically, I guess you could say he got to see all sides, crevices, and cracks of Bonnie, but that might be a bit crude. (Bonnie did a lot of posing with her legs spread. It turned her on. Bonnie was a great one for generating photos of "artistically posed girl with wet and gaping pussy." They all went to Jack.) As I said, Jack was a photo enthusiast too and eventually I ended up sending him negatives and he was doing his own enlargements of them with the advanced photo-club equipment they. “Yes! S-s-so good! Ah! Fuck me, baby!” He was losing the battle. Summer was breathing faster, her back arching and her pussy squeezing rhythmically around him, but he knew he wasn’t going to make it. He slowed down, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, knowing that the sight of the sexy nineteen-year-old was only pushing him toward the inevitable that much faster. The words clipped and high-pitched, Summer immediately reacted. “Don’t stop. Close.” “Can’t... Too good,” he managed to grunt..