Pulling out a small bag of coke, laying it out on the table, I began to break it out in lines, and snorted a full package. The instant high allowed me... to get a raging hard-on. I was willing and ready for her. Time, blow, and alcohol flew by until she entered the room. Allowing myself to be a gentleman, I told her to get on her knees immediately. She looked at me and just smiled, then did as I said. I dropped her two hundred dollar bills, one for each knee, as I didn’t want her to be on bare. I start making a swallowing motion with my throat muscles, encouraging him to let go and squirt his load directly into my stomach. “Oh… oh!” Mr. Edwards exclaims, as his thrusts forward and his cockhead expands in the back of my throat. I keep up the swallowing motions as his cock pulsates in my mouth; feeling him unload squirt after squirt of hot cum right down my throat. Finally I feel his penis stop twitching, I keep his cock in my throat for another few seconds, thinking he might. Jovita’s mother entered the room, alerted to Jovita and Hanna’s arrival by the sound of the screen door slamming shut behind them. ‘You’re early,’ she declared as she hugged Jovita and Hanna in turn. ‘We over budgeted for traffic,’ Jovita explained. ‘Mom, everyone, this is my girlfriend, Hanna.’ The family waved hello to Hanna as Jovita rattled of the names of her sundry relatives. ‘Where’s dad and grandma?’ ‘Dad’s carving the turkey, and grandma is finishing up the pastries,’ Jovita’s mother. I never should have married him, though it was my parents’ idea. Fuck arranged marriage! If I marry again, it will be because I want to marry, not because Mom and Dad want to join the fucking country club! How’s that for sucky? I was a bribe to get my parents admitted into the ranks of Beaumont society. What a low blow! They didn’t give a shit about me, but Hank actually does,” Satya said in her Mumbai accent, which made it strangely sexier when she said it than otherwise.“That’s up to you, of.