Don’t talk.”Her eyes remained shut, the world was dark, even with the sounds of birds off in the distance, she was more aware of the sound of her ...eart thumping in her chest and the breathing she was fighting to keep regular. “You know, I was thinking about killing myself a lot lately. When I figured out the truth about everything. I just wanted to die. I wanted for you to save me, to make everything okay. But it’s not okay.”“I kept telling myself I was okay, when I knew I wasn’t,” she stopped.. I guess you could call me whore, but i didn't see it that way, besides he loved sucking my cock and he would pay me for it. it usually started about half time, but all the while he would pull out his big cock and slowly jack me him self, thats when i would do the same, words were never spoken, he knew why i was there for and i knew what he wanted. I had been getting my cock sucked for several years now. i had with some hobos before, but i only jacked them off after they gave me blow jobs.. Not that her black hair didn't excite John, he loved her hair, it was just different.She was being evil, but it was a game and no one was getting hurt. Perfect. Living someone else’s fantasy added a dimension to it as well. They’d fucked in different positions for a half hour. John had to hold his load. Normally, he'd be fine, he'd cum, and stay hard, or get it up again pretty fast, but Cheryl said sometimes dudes would have trouble the second time on a set full of people, and made him hold. I took in a sharp breath of air and shifted to my tip toes hoping to bring my cock in range of his tongue. He did not oblige! I dropped my heals back to the floor, his tongue drawing circles on my lower belly.I was frozen holding the sides of his shirt his arms still raised, poking through the sleeves. Finally I yanked the shirt up and off his arms and tossed it aside. I reached out and put my hands on the back of his head pushing him against my belly. Jerking his head from my grip, he stood up.