It was going pretty fast, but I saw some of the comments.‘I wanna lick her ass hole.’‘Holy shit, she is perfect!’‘Let me suck those nylon fe...et, Mmmm.’‘I’m gonna cum so hard watching you, Caroline. AHHH.’‘I wish I was there to fuck you hard.’Oh my god, he was broadcasting me!“I mean, this is live on the internet. Don't worry, there is no sound so they can’t hear us. Now fuck yourself until you cum. They paid me good money to watch you. Be a good girl and finish the show. Or else...”He was. She was impressed with my room as everything was neatly kept. We started with the project. She was sitting with me on the bed. I knew we both wanted some action. So I took the initiative and started playing with her and pinching her. So we had a pillow fight and I let her win. She was hitting me hard.Then I got up and was tickling her waist. She was blushing and enjoying at the same time. Then I got hold of both her legs and pulled her towards me. I made her sit in my lap wrapping her legs on. He wanted to snap at her, was very nearly fed up with this game and wanted out... now.The gentle brush of her fingertips told him she was not finished. Patience, came the voice in his head. He tried to relax again, but failed.His cock ached, his balls throbbed, and then it happened. The brush of her velvet lips, his sharp intake of breath, waiting for the sting of cold water, and the rush of liquid heat that suddenly surrounded his aching dick. He cried out, moaning her name, unleashing an. No. I haven't done any drinking officer."This could go either way now: he really hadn't done any drinking, so passing a breathalyzer test would be easy, but that thereby made him more responsible for any mistakes he might have made, and those mistakes could cost him."Well you were swerving across the road pretty erratically tonight, care to explain?" Sorry about that officer, I fell down the stairs this morning and now I can't sit down without wincing."That would have to be his lie; it was.