“Hey Spencer,” Clarence called to our star reciever, “Go get Tommy while my boy Rubber Chicken takes care of business. Alright guys, go on three... One. Two. Three.”I didn’t move. Neither did Becky. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Should I beat her? Could I beat her? Should I just give up and try to play it off like she suggested? I sat motionless until Becky spoke up. “You have to pull,” she whined.So I did. Just a little bit. And her arm didn’t move. “Pull harder,” she whined, and some of. I never tried to touch her again.Back at the bar, Celeste and I got stinking drunk over the next four hours. Beers and shots and slammers, empty glasses accumulating on the bartop. Money ran out before desire to consume more did, and I helped her to my car, taking her keys with me. I didn’t want her driving, even though I was in no condition to drive myself. With typical male macho thinking, I was sure that I was able to drive better drunk than she was.They say that the Gods protect babies,. I poured myself a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette and attempted to engageher in conversation. I was wasting my time. My status here had beenreduced from a guest who'd overstayed her welcome to that of an insect inneed of extermination. Was I imagining all this? She ignored my firstattempt to speak to her. I thought for a moment that perhaps she hadn'theard me. I tried again. The result was the same. I gave up. I stood up and took my coffee into the backyard. Everything seemedpeaceful and. Then I moved down and she pulled my short and started to suck my 6 inches tool. And she was a sucking it like a pro. I was fondling her boobs nd pinching her nipples. And after having an amazing blowjob I was about to cum, and I cummed in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of it.‌now it was my time to return the favour, so we changed our position and I removed her pants and started to finger her pussey. It was clean shaven, for my relief. Now it was my time to return the favour, so we.