He was going to start that vacation right now. He didn’t know where he was going and he decided he didn’t care. He would drive until he decided he... didn’t feel like driving anymore and do whatever came to mind when he got there. He would return when he felt like it, maybe never. It occurred to Rick that he had a decent sized investment portfolio, he could live for quite a while on it. Maybe when the money ran out, he would just step in front of a train. Rick continued south until 2 am, then. He smacks her across the face and tells her that she will pay for that later. Then he grabs her hair and rams himself deep in her throat. Unprepared she gags and he uses this to force himself farther down. Tears trickle down her face. He slowly slides himself out and then slowly eases himself back down her throat. Then he tells her ‘okay, slut, now suck my dick.’ She does so all too willingly; she loves the feeling of his warm cum running down the back of her throat. He pulls out and grabs her. .. Miss Viola ... Do you remember when you thought about her? - Yeah ... - Do you remember what you were doing when you thought about her ... - Yeaaaa! It was like watching a kettle on fire, whistling and ready to blow.- How many times a day? ... - Six… seven! All night ... I was an a****l ... I just couldn’t control myself .... - Do I... remind you of Miss Viola? Just a tiny bit? - No ... she was ... - Go on, said Michelle rearranging herself on the edge of the bed and I saw a hand slip. I was way too wasted for coherent thought. I just spat up some more dribble and continued looking like a retard. She laughed again as she stood up and walked over to my bed. She produced a handkerchief from a drawer next to me and started wipingsaliva off of my face."The drooling should stop pretty soon, and I'm not sure why you can't speak yet, but that should come back soon as well," she said. I could tell from her voice that she was holding back laughter but that voice was still bomb as.