Go take out the trash. The apartment had a gravel area near the trash cans, at the end of a hot asphalt parking lot. I couldn’t go barefoot, so I re...ched for my flip-flops. He grabbed my wrist. “No you go barefoot like you should be,” he said. I obeyed and walked out, carrying trash bags with me. As I stepped out onto the walkway it felt warm. I passed down the walkway out to the parking lot, which in July was baking. I winced as I put my bare foot onto the sizzling hot pavement. I began. I must have stood there staring at his cock for too long because i next remember getting up off the ground. James yelled in my face" Bitch i said lick my balls,now!" My head was throbbing but i didnt want to get hit again so i got on my knees.i leaned in and he grabed the back of my head and pushed me to his balls. "thats right bitch, lick my sack" james said as he moaned. i just submitted and started to lick his sack.i felt that if i dint do a good job i'd be hit agian so i started to. Outside Jo set a good pace that Sarah could barely keep upwith in heels she was unaccustomed to.??Keep up girl, we haven't got all day.??Jo headed down an alleyway taking a short cut to Church Street.? Sarah was impressed that Jo knew her wayround so well in a strange town, but it was all she could do to struggle alongbehind ? the shoes were beginning to pinch her feet.? Jo slowed in front of a tanning and beautyshop.? ?Here we are.? and she pushedSarah though the door.? ?May I help you??said a. Funny, she thought, it will be warming up part me real soon. She turned the knob, hesitated for just a second, then carefully slid through the door. Her first impression; bachelor pad, a double bed in the corner, nightstand with a reading lamp, a large dresser with an alarm clock perched on top. And the final piece of furniture, an overstuffed chair opposite the bed. Nothing quite matched, but it all seemed like it fit. One large candle on the dresser lit the room, with the help of the mirror.