So, she said she needs this favor from me and in return, she will give me a treat. I saw this as a chance of fucking her. So, I thought of starting a ...conversation around it. Let’s see how the conversation went.Me: Treat! Wow, that sounds great. When and where?Priya: Whenever and wherever you wish. But the supply will be limited.Me: Oh, don’t worry about the supplies. I don’t care about the supply, all I care about is the time spent.Priya: That’s so sweet of you. You plan and let me know when. Sharon was not a mouth virgin by any stretch of the imagination but her forays into the field of tongue play was limited by her tender years. She had just turned eighteen and only started down the road to perdition the previous summer.Her lips were full-blown specimens of soft yielding flesh to hold a man’s stiffened shaft in a pressurized vacuum that tenderly drained his weasel of every last drop of joy-juice.“Good girl, just like that. Please, don’t stop, continue until I am finished. Not too. All she had succeeded to do was replace her stern and often inebriated father with Tom who was also often inebriated and beat her for the smallest things.The beatings were never too harsh, a few bruises perhaps and once, a broken wrist when she had fallen, trying to protect her unborn child by instinctively putting out her hand and falling on top of it from the recoil of his slap. She fervently believed that God was still punishing her and would come up with any amount of sins to justify the. His other hand slid down to her arse and began to roughly grope her, his finger pressing against her little button.He let go of her head and taking her by the shoulder rolled her off of him and lifted himself onto his side leaning over her. Looking down on her he could see the fear and nerves on her face. He leaned down to her and softly kissed her running a hand up her belly to to her breast a softly cupping it."You're being a good little fuck toy."Kissing her on the head he crawled over her.