Deciding that is really is up to me I wait until you leave the room for a minute and push the table away, testing to make sure I can kneel between it ...nd the couch before returning to my cushion to wait. Watching as you take your seat I see you notice the table has moved but you don’t say a word. My nerves are all on edge and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest which is nothing new to me, you always do this to me but it does make it difficult to focus. Unfolding my legs I set my feet on. "Oh, you're tight, bitch, ya, that's good!" Suddenly, he pulled out, and I heard two long, nasal whistles, followed by a yelp of pain and pleasure. God, he had actually snorted coke mid fuck. As he reentered me, I felt a chemical twinge in my ass and felt a weird menthol sensation. He'd rubbed the excess coke from his mirror on his dick, and was now plunging it inside me. Carlos wasn't as big as Rick, Randy or Bo, so he entered me with only a twinge of pain. He was so high he could barely keep. He could see what he thought was a note attached to the front door. He made it down the stairs at a quickened pace, just to see that Laylah had excused herself for a morning jog, and that she would be back shortly."Ahhh. Okay." David sighed. "At least she has not left totally."David crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash as he made his way into the kitchen. He has decided to put on a pot of coffee and wait for Laylah's return.The coffee was just about done when Laylah could be heard. However I was not sure the guest of honor wanted me there today. Good thing it was a costume party. I had already changed into my costume. A wooden leg encasing my bad leg and some makeup complemented the costume I couldn't use last year due to the flu. I would go as Pegleg Jack.At least Colt was being quiet.Then again I had not spoken two words to him since the confrontation in the living room. Everything since then had been done by gestures.The gunny sergeant was at least better mannered..