That’s has been playing in the back of my mind, ever since I reluctantly, accepted that first cock in my mouth. What are their intentions, are they... safe to be around, or are they going to beat the shit out of me, or worse. I wish I knew.“You’re a little whore, you love getting your ass pounded by cock, don’t you?” The guy fucking my ass said. I had been mumbling words and moaning, with a fat cock in my mouth for so long, saliva and pre-cum ran out of it, as I worked on it. My head was. I recalled his mid-teens when he hated the braces. I bet that he’s happy he got them now! His sandy blond hair retained its color and was now cropped slightly long and random giving him a roguish mien that accented his facial contours nicely. He wore a simple aqua tank top that showed off his muscular torso quite well. Looking at him made me instantly wonder if he had a surfboard stowed away someplace. The frumpy little boy of barely thirteen was long gone and had been replaced by a man. Sometimes nasty and dirty, sometimes a romantic event. We go back to her place. She comes out of her bedroom in a nice sundress that she just changed into. We have a glass of wine together and start making out. Kissing gets hot and passionate. I fondle her breasts while I whisper dirty things in her ear. She tells me her pussy is dripping. My hands explore lower. I reach up under her dress to play with her clit. I want to rub it all over, then share the taste on my fingers with both of us. As. Was he my best friend? Someone who worked for me? Maybe her trainer? And if I found out who he was, what would I do? “If you can find out who he is that’s fine, but I care more about Gwen and how long this has been going on. What do you need from me?” “I need her full name, social security number, phone number and email address. I would suggest you get me access to her computer so I can check to see if there is anything on there.” “Okay, not a problem. What else?” “A week. I need you to give me.