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Fucking freaky pervert," a slow smile emblazoned across his face. Blushing all over, I gathered the tobacco and lit the pipe for her. We smoked a nice long while, the pipe holding more than half a dozen cigarettes. Sillibared at the pipe, my half-arsed roommate would have cracked it, if she could find a place. "Just shut up, cunt. Smoke it, if youhave to." Damn, that was loud. Many people were applauding as I smoked my way through. Some leant their arms around me, stopping only when my head fell against their thigh. Watching her pretty, my own arms pinned behind my knees, I blurted out, "Smoke it, please." They were grinning like bulldogs. I shivered. It was a nice, warm evening, even if the air was still breathable. The pipes were choked with smoke, and people were looking at me in disgust. I struggled not to let a drop fall onto the floor. I started again, slowly, with no sudden movements.

Eventually I looked down at my own mouth and gave in to what was happening. With a big gulp, I lit another cigarette. When I opened my eyes, I could see smoke rising from between my legs, and from the corner of my eye, I could see Omegle Jacob Sartorius, grinning. I saw his eyes looking at me, motioning for me to continue. I kept doing it, over and over. Omegle Jacob Sartorius was completely relaxed, moving around, relaxing, taking in the smoke. My mouth filled with sweet smoke. I wondered if they were done. If they were too busy, if they were… content. I began to get up to leave, when I heard a sharp, long whack across my left cheek. I didn't move, took a deep gulp, and stood again. Finally, I heard a woman's voice behind me. It was their little joke for me to laugh at the police. Women always laughed at the cops. I knew they would soon find out that cop-shaming was a worldwide phenomenon.

I moved to my knees and reached for my skirt to step out of the way. The high heeled sandals dangled in front of me as I lifted up into the air. I was delicate before her, and soon she covered me in kisses. I broke away from kiss, frustrated again, and reached for my purse, but she quickly pulled me back into her. Holding each other for support, we made our way to our cars. She had changed into a pink sundress, and was driving very well. A v-shaped body, sexy uplifted legs, and soft, smooth skin. No coat, of course, but I could see her nipples through her dress. I thought I'd lost her, but she caught me as I regained my composure. I was amazed at her control. In a blink of time, we were at her house. I knew it was a place I'd always wanted to be. We entered, doors on both sides of the hall, and she asked, "May I help you?" "It depends on what you want," she replied, "what do you want, or should I just bring the trunk?" I took the trunk I'd brought and put it on a table along the hall. She asked, "What makes you think I'd want this?" "Well, well, I'm not alone," she said, "I have a package for Omegle Jacob Sartorius." "Nice try, Omegle Jacob Sartorius," she said, "but I have other things to do first." I smiled at her and sat down on the bench nearest the window..