I felt the effect instantly and got a huge hard on. The little blonde and I started talking. She was from Rolling Meadows on the North side of Chicago... and for the sake of her privacy here let us just call her Jen (which is not her real name). Her family life was a little confusing, as she was actually married but living alone for the moment with her young baby daughter. I decided not to ask any more questions, because Jen was clearly an incredible piece of ass and I didn't want to spoil my. John was a tall an, standing just over six feet with sea blue eyes and dark brown hair. He was built slender but cut, his frame quite athletic and was told he was quite endowed. He grinned as he looked into the mirror, looking as good as he was going to he left to meet some of the people who had already gathered for the party.Stepping out he welcomed some of his friends from class, a group of friends that his brother new, then some strangers who were hanging out near the Keg out on the porch,. I tried to relax and not really think about it and realized that there may not even be a bet tonight. If the night games were anything like the day games, then there would be no losers and no winners. Part of me felt better at that thought, but then my mind drifted back to being bent over the counter and Ted fingering my ass. I began to feel a bit disappointed because if there was no bet, then there wouldn’t be any ‘fun’ time tonight. At least, that’s what I thought. The more I thought. She sat down on her stool and straightened one leg out as far as she could reach. He knew what she wanted. He began with a gentle kiss to the tip and then moved to the bottom. His mistress liked her boots licked clean, every single inch of them. It wasn't really his thing, but he knew how wet it got her to degrade him so. When he got to the tip of the heel she pushed it into his mouth, his cock twitched at what he knew she was expecting. Suck on it like you want me to suck on you bitch, she.