I slipped it off and stood in front of him in my matching black bra and panties with stockings and my five inch black shoes. I walked back over to hi... and pulled on his tie, loosening it and then pulling it free. I wrapped it around my neck as I continued to undo the buttons on his shirt. I reached his trousers and placed my hand on his belt as he pulled me close, I could see the nervousness in his eyes. I put my lips only millimeters from his teasing him before I kissed him with a burst of. I couldn't help it – I just had to look. Somehow I shook my head no, still staring at his dick, and said, "I'm not a cocksucker. I'm not going to suck it." I'am not gay.He laughed. "You're a cocksucker, all right. Wait till I tell Phil you gave me a blowjob. You know how he feels about fags."Oh my God! If he told Phil there's no telling who Phil would tell or what he would do or say. I couldn't let him tell Phil."Please don't tell Phil," I said, "He'll never understand. I was just drunk,. Jake couldn't say anything to stop him! He could barely draw a breath!Randy stopped punching and put his hand over Jake's mouth. "I don't know how you did it, Jake, but you'll never control me again." Jake heard something click and saw a knife in Randy's hand.*STOP!* Jake screamed in his head, his mind on overdrive with adrenaline. Randy stopped.*Get off of me!* The other young man did so. Jake groaned as he sat up. He could speak again. "Drop the knife." Clunk.Jake had told Randy to forget. The image went to grainy pause and hung before us for a seeming age before she manage to turn the screen to black. We were both blushing. We didn't mention what we'd seen but couldn't talk of anything else either. That night I dreamed of her and him and their video. I woke and couldn't get to sleep again until I masturbated. All night I drifted into sleep, dreamed, woke and frigged myself.I had the same feeling in my cubicle with the redhead on my computer screen. I made my hands stay at the.