She tried to hand the phone back to Bob. ‘No. I’ll wait.’ Bob sat there. He declined to take the phone. ‘Call em. Go ahead Carol. Call em.’ ...Carol took the phone back. She opened it. Her hand was shaking. ‘I forgot the number.’ Bob said. ‘Dial 411.’ Carol closed the phone. ‘Let me think about it.’ Bob asked. ‘What’s to think about? Your parents haven’t heard from you in four months. Your sister and brother have no idea where you are.’ He sat up in a squat. ‘Look. Just dial the phone number.. All in all, one fucking horny bitch. Then with a bang, it was back to reality. Why the hell did I take that barmen's job? I really hadn’t fancied going back out again tonight, not now. Sighing I headed for the sofa. My flatmate, landlord, benefactor, take your pick, would be back from work soon. He kind of knows about my passion, it would be difficult for him not to as he had unexpectedly gone down the washing machine one evening, but he had never seen me dressed and I had no intention of. I opened the door. She stood there with a bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of orange juice. She asked, "How about a screw . . . driver?" Great double entendre, again, for a young woman. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with. Theo, beckoned me to stand up and moved his cock towards me. I bent over to receive it, leaving my pert ass in the air, perfectly positioned as I opened my legs to steady myself knowing that a cock would soon be sliding into my wet cunt.I took Theo’s cock into my mouth, doing my best to give him eye contact, which was not easy. It was thick and hairy, I guess average size and not too ripe. I licked the tip, took it into my mouth and began to go down on it, helped by his thrusts as he held my.