"Oh, yes, slow and easy," Debby said, lifting her body off his middle.
When she saw the glistening wads of cum on his cock, she felt her throat ache with hunger. And the size of his cock! His prick was ten or eleven inches. She just wished she could somehow suck all his cock in her throat. That, however, was impossible. She'd tried it before and almost choked to death.
"I love your big cock," she whispered, positioning herself between his outstretched legs.
She then lifted his meaty prick shaft and kissed the creamy tip. When the taste of cum stung the back of her throat, she opened her mouth wide and lowered her head.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, lapping her tongue at the loose sheath of his foreskin.
Jimmy lay back and was treated to a deliciously slow blow-job that made him once more disappointed that they wouldn't be spending the weekend together.
CHAPTER TWO
Debby stood outside the rundown house and again checked the address on the piece of paper she held in her hand. This wasn't anything like she'd imagined. In her mind she had seen a lovely home, with a manicured lawn, perhaps a Mercedes parked out front.
Instead, she was greeted with what looked like an abandoned shack, set at the end of a garbage-strewn street in a part of south Dallas that had a reputation for seedy characters.
She was about to turn around and get back into her car when a young woman of about twenty-four or twenty-five, came out. She walked down the steps between three parked motorcycles and gave Debby a big smile.
"Are you Debby, the sitter?" the woman asked.
"Well, yes," Debby answered, looking more carefully at the woman, not particularly liking, or even approving of what she saw. "But I think I've changed my mind."
The woman could have been beautiful if she'd just tried harder. She was tall and lanky and had ripened tits pressing through the material of her cheap blouse. The dark-red hair looked greasy, however, and her face was death white. Dark circles were under the woman's eyes. There was a faint odor of oil and gasoline about her.