Since I was a minor, I had to wait in the car with George while Kenny got the drinks. While waiting, George rolled a joint for me, and I smoked it up ...ith him. Out of the corner of my eye, I kept seeing him look at me. It was awkward for me, not because I didn’t want him, simply because nobody had ever really looked at me that way. He kept his hands to himself though, and didn’t say anything. We got back to the apartment, and sat down to play some cards. This was becoming an extremely new. Was that for our benefit? Did she think no one would have noticed their absence in the publicity photos? No harm, no foul.I knew full well how the scene was intended to play out that coming evening. She would be in Brock’s arms; I would be in Jean-Claude’s. Brock would monopolize her attention all night, as he usually did with his women. At some point, he would whisk her away back to the office, the private elevator, and his penthouse palace. I could envision her with my former boss, clawing. Now he’d thrust and push hard at the back of my throat and hold himself there, “swallow my cock bitch!” he ordered as he pushed. “Swallow!” I took a deep breath and tried to take him deeper but choked. His cock was so wide. “Try again!” he ordered as he pushed again. This time as I swallowed and he pushed, his cock slid into my throat. I started to convulse, I was going to vomit, but he didn’t let me up, “yes, that’s it, take my fucking cock you whore!” I couldn’t fathom why, but I was loving. ”Phillip paused. “You know, it’s a wonder my parents hadn’t caught us, but we always heard them coming when they came to check up on us.”Dessie stared at her husband with a grin tickling her lips. “Early on, your mother, very discreetly, asked me if I were on the pill.”“She what?” Philip hissed out, his face going red.“A couple of years back, she told me that she and your Dad still made ‘occasional forays’ into those woods,” Dessie returned with a grin.“Oh, shit. TMI,” he hissed out, “but that.