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We have taken two days off. He takes me to an apartment complex. It is late and dark when we get there. I have on a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, light blue blouse and a collar on my neck. I am following him up some steps and he knocks on a door. Another man answers it. I keep my eyes on the man I am with, although I can feel the man in the apartment looking at me.

They talk for a brief moment. The apartment is darkly lit. There is a drop cloth on the floor, something a painter would use. There isn’t much furniture so it was either moved before we came, or this person lives very simply with only a couch, television and stand. He asks if I want something to drink I shake my head no but do not make a sound. I am looking around while my friend puts down the bags we have brought.

My friend turns to tell me to take off my clothes and lay on the cloth so they can prepare me. I shake my head no. He asks if I have changed my mind, I shake my head no again. I look at his belt buckle and he understands. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the cloth. I drop to my knees and he pulls his semi-hard cock from his pants. I drink it down. I can see the man in the apartment watching from the shadows. I focus on the cock in front of me. I am licking it, tasting it. I can hear his moaning and feel his hands holding the back of my head. He grabs a fist full of hair and thrusts deep into my throat, then he pulls back out he pulls out of my mouth completely.

Panting, I whisper, “more.”

He tells me to take my top off. I pull my shirt over my head and I can see the man in the apartment from the shadows as my bra falls to the floor.