She reached a hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, holding in front of her face. “Take some pictures. I want you to photograph me sucking yo...ur cock and send them to my husband.” I took my phone and switched the camera on as she got to her knees. I went to close the door, but she stopped me and started to suck me off. Her tongue probed the tip of my cock, playing with the meatus at he end, then gliding along the bottom to my balls. My knees grew weak as she began to suck the head. Her. "You like it rough don't you?" he says as I moan in pain. "You like beingshown who's in charge?" Yes Sir!" I squeak, then he forces his lips against mine, forcing histongue into my mouth where he lashes it around, my mouth filled with thetaste of cigarettes... I gasp as he squeezes my breast harder, then writheas his hand moves to cup my trapped cock and balls.He pulls back from the kiss, and looks me in the eyes as he takes one of myballs and twists it. "No.. no no... please no!" I protest, my. Beatrice soon determined where she was welcome and where she wasn't. She was always welcome where she could spend money and there were many such places when she'd established a regular revenue stream. It wasn't that she needed to buy expensive clothes, jewellery or electrical goods, but it was expected of her and she got gratification from investigating these and other human foibles. The boutiques and stores where such things were sold were also excellent places for meeting people with whom she. My mind was elsewhere,” she said, hoping she was pulling this bogus conversation off.“Okay. Maybe I’ll see you at lunch,” he turned towards his first class.“Wait! Want to bring that movie over to my place?” she said far too quickly.He turned back, shaking his head but smiling.“Might be nice,” he said. “I’d get to meet your new family, I guess. Another time, thanks.”He turned and left before she could come up with any further discussion.Shit.To Tommy’s surprise, the pixie-faced redhead was.