Now go, babygirl. Think of my cock inside your hot little pussy while you paint your picture. I love you.” Click. Her heart was pounding. Chloe fe...lt as if she was suffocating, room air did not seem to have enough oxygen for her starved lungs. He did that to her, still. Such incredible unexplainable excitement. Her mind stopped, calmed, became silent, while the rest of her was screaming, needing, wanting…alive. She propped her head up on a couple of full pillows. Her feet flat, knees drawn. "Hello, Jess. It's nice to meet you. I wish it was for a happier reason." Not many happy reasons lately," Jess grumped. "Couldn't I stay one more night?"Beating Sarah to respond, Sean said "Oh, we won't make you go back. We both know what it's like to need to escape. We've both been lucky and we're sorry that you still feel trapped." Then, why... ?" Sarah was worried sick about you," Sean jumped in again. "She was heart-broken that you didn't share with her how bad things were." Since Arlene. But he pushed her hard.He dropped his trouser hastily. Her eyes widened. She had never seen his cock in this glory. All the veins pumped as if they were about to blow. His foreskin starched such that he looked as if he was circumcised. Asmita had never seen such cock. Her eyes greedily stuck on his cock.He pushed her head towards his cock. She opened her mouth to the fullest. She was still unable to take him in properly. He pushed her in and in. He didn’t care and forced her down. He could feel. ‘I just love surprises!’ George replied sarcastically. He winked at her. Before Mindy returned with the ginger ale, there was activity up front. A young man with a wireless microphone stepped onto the stage and introduced himself as Jay Sheridan, a disk jockey for WWDO radio station, ‘music radio with prizes galore.’ He would be the MC for the evening’s festivities. He received a smattering of applause and he acted as though it were a standing ovation. Jay Sheridan explained the dance contest..