‘I can just watch the bitches pass by and dream of what I’d do to them.’ I don’t think it was a lie, but I also knew I could do what I wanted ...if I’m willing to bear the consequences.Everyone always went the same direction on the track, I think it’s because of the sign near the entrance that says jogging track, start here. I concealed myself near the start of a long straightaway. Beyond that, were some twisting turns through the woods. If I wanted to take one of them, that first hairpin turn was. I started really sucking his cock deep in my mouth. He never missed a move as his hips met my lips. All of a sudden I felt his cock head swell and he arched his back and hips and he let out a slow moan that almost made me come. I felt he cock start to twitch and slowly began to pump hot cum into my wanting mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and held me still while I could feel every pulse of his sweet cock. I swallowed every bit of his cum and it was so good. His cock slowly slipped from my. ” I said.“I bet she does some French things to him.” she fumed, “Probably sucks his cock and everything. Six months, Jerri! Wasted! I feel like going out and finding some guy to have meaningless sex with.”I laughed, but she didn’t.“Maybe even suck his cock.” She added angrily.“So you never had oral sex with Doug?” I asked.“No. we were all Vanilla, condoms and vague marriage plans.”She was a preacher’s daughter from back home in Minnesota, and my roommate. Although we grew up within miles of. She reached back in her memory and then responded. “Yes, I love nice fall days.”This response earned her another spank, this time to her other bottom cheek. “That’s not what I asked. I asked you if you thought I was pretty.”Sophie silently groaned as she heard the question. What was the right way to answer that to someone who was holding you prisoner and who planned to kill you soon? She finally decided that honesty was best.“Yes, I think you’re very pretty,” Sophie said truthfully. “I.