Understand?'' With that he stopped sucking me and just continued finger fucking my ass. Ohh fuck I thought! I need to cum, the denial was both bliss a...nd torture. I looked to him, he smiled .''Not yet, there's still much to play with boy, now be good and turn over''. I slowly raised myself off the bed, he was impatient, he flipped me over quickly onto my knees. My virgin fuck hole just right in his view. He placed his hands either side of my ass and felt his tongue give one smooth, deliberate. “From what Charles tells me, it sounds like it’s the best thing that could have happened to you. I think you can do a lot better for yourself.” “Yeah. Well….I guess so. I just don’t really know what I’m going to do now. I’m thinking of going travelling.” I’m too shy to broach the reason for our meeting. They’re going to have to get this ball rolling. “To which end we are here tonight,” replied Charles. He was not going to beat about the bush. They’re both looking right at me. My mind starts. Ridicule for his friends, whom, it seemed, he only keptaround to bolster his own superiority complex. And finally, an ownershipmentality for his girlfriend, who sincerely loved this douchebag.Jack, his name from what I could tell going through the messages, seemedto be a right fiend. A self destructive asshole who drags everyone aroundhim down alongside himself. His relationship with his girlfriend seemedto be especially toxic. It seemed he has cheated on her every chance hehas gotten. He is. "Why do you call her The Mountie?"Trevor leered again, "Because she always gets her girl."Based on her conversation with Trevor, Meechele Richman was not at all what Lynne expected. A little on the short side, with a fit, athletic build, Meechele had wide shoulders, rounded hips and graceful legs. Her short brown hair was stylishly tousled. Olive skinned to the point of perma-tanned, it was impossible to determine her ethnicity ... she could pass for black, white, Hispanic, Arab ... Lynne.