She knew Jim wouldn't mind - he liked to think that she had other interests anyway.The doorbell rang, Tom stood there babbling away aimlessly."What a ...goon, I left the key in the flat, popped outside and the wind blew the door shut. The landlord won't come till the morning so I am homeless for the night." Never mind, you are quite welcome here. I could do with the company."Tom sat on the sofa, gratefully accepting her offer of a drink and a snack."Did you hear the gossip about Rob James today -. "I'll be right here if there's any kind problem." he said ambiguously.I entered the apartment and closed the door behind me."Hello? ... I was called to repair the blocked sink in the bathroom..."No answer.This is the top floor, so maybe they're on the rooftop or there's no one home, I thought. People who rent these kind of apartments sure can afford a security guy sitting outside all day long.It was a relatively small apartment usually used by a single person who's in town for a few weeks only,. After that inauspicious beginning, Frank had me run short sprints up an inclined area and allowed me to walk back each time. After about a dozen such little lung-busters, I was ready to quit, but was too ashamed to admit my discomfort in front of such a tempting piece of ass.Before we ended that exercise, Frank told me to get down on my knees and quickly wrapped her knees around my neck. She instructed me to stand up and I was able to do so without too much difficulty since my lower body. "That's it faggot. Get that load prepped and ready for delivery."He pulled back briefly, but only long enough to take aim at my mouth with his arrow. "Spit on it boy, get it nice and lubed up cause I'm gonna fuck your throat like a $2 whore."Again grabbing my head firmly between his strong hands, he buried his cock straight down my throat, his big dickhead plowing through my tight windpipe till I thought his cock was buried clear into my lungs, his pubes tickling my nose and his balls snug up.