<strong>Name:</strong>Conor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Driveway/Front door of host home.<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Sara<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee48/Gevaden/egamecon3.png)</div>Conor had one hand one the wheel and one hand on the back of Sara's head, taking a handful of her hair as her generous session of road head reached its end and his seed poured into her mouth. After she tucked him away in his black boxers he took a moment to zip up his blue jeans before glancing down to the base of his white shirt. No seed stains. Good. The hand that had been on her head took the wheel while his other arm shifted, elbow resting where his rolled down window currently wasn't occupying. The wind against his exposed forearm was pleasant, the sleeves were rolled up beyond his elbow.<strong>"Add it to my debt, I'll pay it off someday. Promise."</strong>There was a debt he was paying off slowly but surely. Yet it was on drives like these he always racked up more debt, or trips to the movies.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, first time doing anything of the sort. Its mad."</strong>he informed as the car pulled up and the mansion they'd be spending the weekend in.<strong>"Of course, they have money. You know how eccentric rich folk can be."</strong>he continued as the SUV moved up the driveway, until he pulled in to park. It had been a long time since he was first in the situation of seeing his partner being taken by another man. He could only wonder how the host would feel seeing his wife writhe under or on top of another man. Did they have rules like Conor and Sara did? If not then they should.<br/><br/>Conor stepped out of the car and moved around the opposite side to open the door for his wife. Just a few moments later he was at the front door of the house and had rung the doorbell.