Instead, she sighed loudly into the phone. “Fine.” “See you then.” She didn’t answer, letting a dial tone serve amateur as her reply as she hung up on me. Headlights streamed through my front windows, illuminating my darkened living room as she pulled up my driveway. I noted the time as she knocked on my door: 9:45. As soon as I opened the door, she brushed past me and sat down on the couch. She was still wearing her work uniform: black slacks and a red polo with the blowjob logo of a local Italian restaurant. I locked the door and pulled the blinds down over the bay windows. When I turned back to her, her shirt was already off and she was reaching to unclasp her bra. “Keep your clothes on.” “Look, it’s been a really long, really shitty day. I’d rather we just get this over with.” Despite her protests, though, she stopped, folding her hands in her lap instead. “Did you know him? The kid who was in that accident, Hardcore did you know him? He was your age.” She picked her shirt up off the couch, nervously fiddling with it. “Yeah, Fucking I did. It’s a shame. He’s friends with my boyfriend, we’ve hung out a couple times. Seems pretty cool.” She glanced at me, a question dying on her lips, before she slowly slipped her shirt back over her head. Redressed, she looked Car at me for approval. I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, leaving the entire middle cushion between us. Resting my head on my hand, I stared in the opposite direction, trying to find the right words. Nothing came to me but to simply agree with her. “Yeah, it’s a shame.” Silence built up between us. I didn’t want to lecture her, I had blackmailed her for sex, it wasn’t really my place to be doling out life lessons. Still, I had to say something. “I’m the last one who should be telling you how to live, but you see how dangerous drinking and driving is? He could’ve died.” His cock makes me quiver for hours on end. “Not like that nasty, filthy whore kneeling before me.” “Hh-Hh-Hh-Hh!” She didn’t bother covering up her naked body, and her dark supple breasts jiggled with the movement. To Hardcore be continued... So he experimented with massaging my clit Car with both his finger blowjob and his tongue. “ummm…” she moaned amateur slowly and said. As I listened to them carry on, I couldn't help but think back to my own struggle and doubt about my family. Anticipating. The man across her ribs started flicking her nipples and smacking their tender nubs. He is teasing me. He knows that in Fucking my mind I am screaming for him to touch me, to fuck me. But he waits. I need a man who will have time for me, not just fitting me in when he needs relief.