Jule felt her heart drop as he introduced himself and started talking about their friend and her helping him. As a means of preventing herself from another pathetic whimper, she pushed his cock to the back of her throat, feeling it clench around him in a quiet gag, but she persisted despite that. She slowed her desperate sucking and tried to focus on him more. She breathed deep through her nose and flinched at the gun on her head, looking up at him from beneath her thick lashes, silently begging him not to do anything rash, or<i>say</i>anything rash. Her mouth paused on his length, but her tongue rolled along the underside of his shaft, attention on the under-area rim of his cock tip. She closed her eyes again, and slid her lips back down his shaft, saliva coating the areas her mouth could reach, and then her mouth hungrily going back to said areas to clean him up again. All the while, she tried desperately to keep the sounds of the fellatio to a minimum.<br/><br/>Syd's voice giggled before responding, "Oh, my god, really? You're not hitting on me." She scoffed over the line, "Look, Kade, I like pussy as much as I'm sure you do. Assuming you're straight that is. So whether I was stark naked, or wearing a hazmat suit shouldn't concern you. I'll let Jule finish helping you, but I don't plan on hanging up until I can talk to her." There was a short pause before she chimed back in, a hint of suspicion in her voice, "Do you and E go to the same Yoga class with her on Tuesdays and Thursdays?" Her voice took a sudden drop, slowing down and becoming a tad more serious. "And what were you saying by 'melt it and suck the run-off'?"