I had it completely buried as I stroked my cock and a man on the phone line was telling me how he was going to fuck my mouth and pound my white, bitch... ass and I was in a horny haze wiggling my ass around on my dildo while stroking my cock. He was making me moan and beg him for his cock, which I did a little loudly, apparently I had been doing it too loudly for weeks. The knock on my door brought me out of my haze. I hung up the phone and didn’t move. The knocking persisted. I grabbed a robe of. I felt like I was in slow motion as I scanned the parking lot, looking for Jordan’s car. Then, there off to the side, I saw it. I could hear my heart beat pounding in my ears, each step seemed to take minutes. Driven by lust, driven by years of hidden urges, I found myself getting into the passenge seat of his car. “Yeah, I knew you would come” he said then unzipped his pants.Jordan pulled his cock out and all I could do was stare. Big, thick, veiny, black and beautiful. He held himself by the. This is worse than any doctorappointment." I couldn't believe how whiny that had come out. I wasin worse shape than I thought."Which reminds me," Mrs. Komori said. "In light of your recent...um... development, I wonder if I should make one of those for you.What do you think?" Um... maybe they do that stuff for you in prison?" Crazy! You're not going to prison." That was a joke. I thought I'd bank some good humor now, because Iprobably won't feel like joking later." That's a fantastic idea.. I know it must have been really red to look at.None of the other girls came to help me, even though I know they felt the same way I did.I guess they figured Misty could get away with almost anything, because she was giving blow jobs to the club manager. I once saw her on her knees in the office, so I know it was true. I also saw her rinsing her mouth out with soda after some lap dances. I suspected she was getting guys to come back to her for dances by giving them blow jobs and sucking them off.