“It IS late.”“Oops,” she retorted sarcastically, as she turned her back on Him and picked up the freshly poured drink. His hand covered the to... of the glass and pushed it back down to the bar before it reached her lips.“I think you’ve had enough, don’t you?”“Not even CLOSE,” she spat, making eye contact, and promptly wishing she hadn’t. His eyes were tired, and angry. It was enough that He’d had to stay late at the office, and almost too much that, when He called to let her know, she’d become. ‘What’s the point?’ he sighed to himself. He lifted heavily from the corner of the bed, just another bed, and just another motel. He glanced out beyond the ‘just another window’ and watched the rainfall on just another highway. He breathed a groan and thought, ‘Just another day.’ He pointed the vessel of his withering soul toward the darkened bathroom. He stood motionless, frozen by some unseen restraint. The bathroom mirror reflected a dingy silhouette of his slouch. It seemed to be mourning. Tabitha tells him her age, but the man brushes it off saying he knows what type of place this is, and if she is here then he isn’t worried about her age. So she agrees.Ean introduces his friends to the girl and her to them. They all order a new round of drinks and shortly after that are all sitting around the table drinking and chatting about a lot of nothing, then a hand lands on Tabitha’s knees and starts moving up her leg—under her skirt. It is Ean, clearly copping a feel. He had wound up. "Open that mouth, baby, you gonna blow Daddy's cock and blow it good, you hear?" Yes, Sir." I was surprised to hear myself say. I immediately slid my mouth all the way down the shaft of that beautiful cock and began slowly sliding my mouth up and down it while reaching up and cupping his balls. He put both hands in my hair and started pumping my mouth faster, holding it all the way in every few strokes until he knew I needed air. He stopped, lifted his cock and stepped a little closer so I.