She shrugged helplessly. "I don't really know. It's just a feeling, I guess. I just know you can help me get the girl away to her mother." Her voice r...ose as she spoke. She was on the verge of hysteria. She was a strong woman, but matters were rapidly getting out of hand, and she knew that when push came to shove, she was on the spot.Then she added in a faltering voice, "You made me do things the other night. It should not have been possible but you did." We were getting into dangerous. "Friday afternoon, I met Bill and Betsy at Baltimore-Washington International airport and drove them into the city in Josie's car. My little Honda was still rusting away in Bill's backyard back in Minnesota. Maybe in the spring after Bill had headed back home, he could arrange to have it sent to me wherever I ended up by that time, or maybe he could sell it for me.I took them to their hotel downtown, where the three of us had dinner together that evening. We went over the little playlet we'd. Betsy looked me up and down. Then she reached down and grabbed me by the cock and not gently, the grasp she had on me made my already swollen head swell more. It felt good, she pulled me towards her and whispered in my ear, "you told me you wanted to be used, now is your chance out there are seven guys with big throbbing cocks. They are going to turn you into a pathetic slut. And I'm going to watch them. How do you feel about that?"I know she could feel even more blood rushing to my impossibly. He began to pump harder, and I could tell he was about to cum. With that, he exploded in my mouth, and the warm, thick cum spurted repeatedly against my throat. Finally, he let out a sigh and withdrew, while excess cum leaked out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I wiped it with my fingers and licked it up. He seemed to like that, and so I licked his cock clean, lapping up what little remained. "Girl, you are one sweet little cocksucker," he exclaimed. We just lay there and rested for a.