Pushing back her sleek blonde hair, she smiled, feeling the familiar twinge between her legs. Later Carrie picked up her phone, dialed a number and sa...id, Great! Same place? 3:30? At the affirmative answer she went back to work, trying to put the anticipation in another part of her mind for a few more hours. He arrived at the motel first and when Carrie walked in his jacket and tie were over the back of a chair and he had two glasses of wine waiting on the table. She shrugged out of her own. .suck a cock''''i know i know , its alright of you dont want to , I just wanted to ask''he was rubbing his pants bulge clearly hard thinking of getting inside my mouth''look at it, maybe you will like it...''he stood up and sit back down in his boxer his bbc making a huge tenti gulped watching him, he took his wallet and there i was a thousand box''come here , you try and stop if you dont like it, just a blowjob and you can forget about the rent problem''he took his boxer offgod i never saw. Much to my delight, she was ever-so compliant, and even went so far as to make a few noises here and there, which she had to shut up immediately. A good hour or so later, one of the guests announced that he had to go home, and the other friend said that she might as well go home too. She drove them home. I asked her if I was going home too because, well, it was a fair conclusion to jump to. ‘You’re coming home with me,’ she smirked. That was enough to get that settled. When we got back home,. I had learned to avoid fights I couldn’t win. When the first city guard cornered me, I swallowed my pride, and let him take what he wanted. It was a fight I wouldn’t have won. A year later, I ran when it became to much to bear. Then I fought to prove my worth to the bandits, not with daggers, but by taking the worse jobs and spreading my legs for their leader. Ciarra changed everything. She’s the ultimate example of a fight I can’t win. The oathbinding stops me from running away, deceiving her,.