Click – Ann giving Bill a handjob.

Bill stopped her again, and she obviously thought she was going to get her coke because she looked relieved. But he whispered something and she stood up, turned her back on him, and angrily stomped away a few strides.

"Come on, Annie," Bill said, teasing her. "It's fair. Blow for blow.

Coke for cock. Besides, your handjob sucks." He laughed, obviously amused by his choice of words. "I mean, it doesn't suck. Hey, that's the problem!"

His glee was disgusting, but I was loving this.

Click – Bill standing with his dick sticking out, Ann turning to look.

"If you think I'm taking that… thing in my mouth, you're crazy." Her eyes were darting between his hard dick and the coked mirror on the grass behind him.

Bill's face suddenly dropped into a serious expression. "Wise up Annie.

Nobody has the coke connections I do, and you're in need. Besides, " he said, narrowing his gaze, "we're alone here. I could lay you down and fuck your brains out if I wanted to. A little head won't kill you, and I promise to give you the coke afterwards. I'll leave your pussy alone."

He was stroking his cock with one hand as he spoke, keeping it hard.

Her voice was very shakey now. "Oh, come on Bill…"

"I want to," he interrupted her. "I want to come on. I want to come on you. Now you can open those sweet lips of yours or we can wrestle and see who is stronger. I don't mind. Either way, you get your coke and I get my nut."

His look was deadly and serious. Ann obviously knew she was cornered.

I briefly considered stepping out of the shadows to save her – Bill was a hood, but I was quite a bit bigger than him. Maybe she'd reward me for my gallantry. Then I remembered all the withering looks she had given me over the years…