After all, he'd want to know everything. It was just the way he wasHowever, Deana had a friend that only cared about her, and not the money. He was a...s kinky as her. She remembered their last encounter, and crossed her legs when feeling the warmth coming from her pussy. They must have fucked for hours. She’d been seeing him regularly. His name was Phred.He was six foot-seven and built like a brick house. Deana practically treated him like her own sex slave. There wasn't a day that went by. He didn't even seem to notice. His tongue continued to find its target, sliding over my vulnerable pussy and between the cheeks of my ass.Reggie laughed when she saw me pressing my thighs together tightly and said, "That might not be in your best interests, Brenda. You don't really want him fucking your asshole do you? Or do you? I hear some girls are into that sort of thing."No. I certainly don't want him fucking my ass. I don't want him fucking me at all! I want out of this house of horrors!I. “About 6 months after we started having sex, I decided to do something that I had read about in a magazine. I took his cock into my mouth one day and sucked him the best I could, until he filled my mouth with cum. Now I have to confess something to you that is my little secret, I love cum. I mean I really love cum, the more I can get the better. This is something that has got worse the older I have got, I have been known to get myself off by giving head or by feeling it on my skin. Going back. They just pop in your head and you either listen or you don’t.”“Right,” I answered. “I know what you mean.”“So I called the number on the sign and here I am. I had some money from an inheritance, not much, but enough to make the down payment and get a mortgage and here I am, the owner of Kathy’s Diner.”“Strange how things like that happen. You see something you want and you go after it,” I said, lifting my coffee mug, looking at her over the rim. Our eyes met. I then let my eyes drift down to.