I could smell her, a mix of lemon and peppermint. ‘My friend really liked the look of you.’ ‘’But it’s you I am sitting with.’ ‘She’s ...hy.’ ‘She’s not here.’ Are we, I asked myself, going to exchange sentences all evening. ‘She’s at home. We share,’ a pause, ‘everything.’ ‘I don’t even know your name.’ She stood up, looked at me then walked to the bar. She came back with two glasses and placed a g and t in front of me. ‘Does it matter? If you knew my name would you know you’d be safe?’ ‘Would I. I feel him shoot his cum down my throat and into my mouth. I suck him down, filling my mouth with his juices. I feel the second twitch and start pumping his sperm at the side of my face before I can turn to catch it in my mouth. It runs down my cheek and chin dripping on my chest. I lay my head back, mouth open, stroking them both, milking them for the cum I am craving. They both step back out of my reach and the third steps up, going to his knees in front of me and forcing me down meet his. Footsteps on the stairs meant that her owner was back at last. When she was being sold to him, if she had even had a hint of an idea about what she would have to endure with him, she would have run a thousand miles. At the time she did not. All she knew was that she craved more, much more than her partner could provide. She though that being sold to her owner was a roleplay. But for her partner it killed two birds with one stone. He though he was doing her a favor, and he got paid for it too.. I twisted my thumb under my palm and pressed my hand forward. Then I felt my stretched lips working over my. I was gushing cum all over the place…With my hand still lodged inside of my wet stretched cunt, I leaned over and placed my face on his lap. I could feel his throbbing dick on my cheek…My eyes could not believe the length of his fucking cock, as I sat thererocking back and forth on my buried hand. Feeling my face slid over his dick, made James squirm in his seat.Unzipping his pants, he.