And I knew, just knew without asking, that Jan was an expert in all of that. Only that night, in that parking lot, her only goal was to get me off wit...hout delay, to have a mouthful of my cum quickly. And so her head moved rapidly up and down on me, like a cylinder surrounding a piston, not bothering with the niceties."Jan, honey, I don't need any pecker tracks on my pants."She took her head off my dick for a brief moment. "I'll pay the cleaning bill, Ed." Then she was back at me, sucking madly,. I watched as Kelly sat down on the edge of the sofa, the fire still throwing off a good deal of dry heat while the wind and snow whipped around the windows outside. It was as if in slow motion when she looked up into my eyes just as she opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking my head into her wet mouth. Her tongue immediately bathing it in her hot moistness as she softly grazed it with the edges of her teeth. I felt her switch hands; her right hand reaching for my left and placing it on the. He came over to me and held something up in front of my face. It looked like a big ring with straps on it."Open your mouth," he said. His voice was soft and high-pitched. It didn't go at all with the leather and the studs."Why?" I asked, trying to keep him talking.Instead of an answer, he reached out to the brazier and pulled out a short metal rod with a sharp point on it. The point and about three inches of the rod was glowing cherry red. He held it directly in front of my eyes so I could get. "Hurry," she said to me in a loud whisper over the noise of the ugly pop music. I followed.Once outside in the relatively fresh air of a muggy late August night we hugged and kissed. She led me to a stretch limo where we had plenty of room for her unwrapping. I did the honors. She unzipped me. We drove slowly through Manhattan sucking genitals, cumming, reviving and fucking. She rocked in my lap, dancing the way I preferred. We locked eyes between loving lip locks. Leaning towards the seat, she.