' I wouldn't know how accurate that thought was for at least an hour and a half. All I could blurt out was. "What do you mean?" Sill sounding smooth (...or so I thought) "Don't give me that." She said looking straight into my eyes. I was hard by now all 9 inches of me. "We have played your game and now I want more." She said "Oh really, what do you mean by more?" I knew full well what she meant but I wanted to hear her say it. She wanted the control and I gave it to her."Look I am tired of this. She would reach out and touch me in places that made me just want to throw her on the floor or against a wall and just ... The constant image in my head of her kneeling in front of me and taking my entire cock down her throat made me crazy.Finally, an opportunity came up that would be perfect. The next day was a Friday, and we didn’t have to go to the gym, so we could have the whole day to play. My father was going on a business trip, which meant my mom would be delivering him to the airport,. There was no point in her acting as if I had forced her take their silly bet.She picked up the shirt she had just thrown down and went to the rear of the store where she went through a door. I waited a second and then followed. I made sure Theresa still had the clerk's attention and then I slipped inside. The interior of the dressing room was slightly better lit than the store, and the pounding beat of the music was muffled. Shay was once more holding the shirt up to her chest in front of a. I saw some of his cum drip on the couch and the floor, luckily for her it is leather and ceramic. She used paper to clean herself and the spill up. They talked about work and other stuff I can't really recall at this point. About 10 maybe 15, 20 minutes later they started making out again in the kitchen. They fucked on the counter, floor and table, in that order, this time both were fully naked. I came at the point they were on the floor (still had the same issue of making a mess and having to.