I love the outfits, by the way – those frilly party frocks look such fun. I bet when you were out earlier you got a lot of attention from the boys! ...t's the low-cut front that does it – and the killer heels, of course. The three of you in those matching frocks will have broken many a heart tonight, I'm sure. Do you like what I'm wearing: this tight leather mini-skirt feels good and I hope it looks as good. Yes, from the way you're looking I can see it does. And the red silk top is gorgeous,. " The tallest one said with a smile. "Give us your money”I looked at them in defiance, as I grabbed my purse firmly.But then the man grabbed my hair and put his other hand around my throat. "Don't make me hurt you, bitch… be nice with us…” He hissed. I was speechless; but I then handed over my purse.“Just sixty dollars you have, bitch?” The man complained.“We could make a deal with you, bitch…” Said the second man.“Suck my dick and you leave; you refuse and I will fuck your cunt instead…”"Oh. He was a guy! Surely a blow job wasn't the same as fucking another woman?! How could it be?!That seemed to help; and I stood there, trying not to make too much noise moaning, as I felt Jack's incredible mouth coaxing out of my balls yet another load of cum! I stood there, eyes closed, as I tried to picture Jack on the other side as he worked my cock; and though I didn't really know exactly what he looked like (not that it really mattered), the image of my cock disappearing into his mouth. I kept swallowing to open up my throat and envisioning how lovely his cock would look between my tits. When he came, his cum had a sweet taste and I thought of how it would make a delicious dessert after a hamburger and fries. Even better than a caramel sundae, and those are my favorite. When I was dressed again and he was tucked in, he asked me where I lived. I told him Dinkytown, which meant a bus ride away, and he told me he could drive me home after class on Thursday nights. I think what he.