The sneaky bastard goes down on you!

Whatever you might have chosen you'll never know as Len abruptly drops to his knees. Thinking he might have had a heart attack from the privelege of being so near you makes you feel a twinge of guilt.

A moment later you hear a snuffling sound, and your skirt rustles. Your eyes widen and you send your perfectly manicured fingers questing downward for him, recoiling as your touch his greasy hair at crotch level. The lowlife is sniffing you!

The animal! What barbarian sniffs the crotch of his partner? What does he think you are, a bitch waiting for a dog like him to mount her.

You build up your resolve to tell him to stop his disgusting act, but as you open your mouth he lunges forward like a foxhound scenting the prey.

"Oh!" you exclaim, forgetting the pompous words you would have spoken as his lips fasten on your crotch, slobbering and sucking on you through panties that seem thinner than a tissue.

"No, you shouldn't..." you protest weakly. "Not through my..."

You can't **** yourself to say the word panties, not to a stranger, especially not an uncouth lout like this. But he hears your words and seems to understand.

For a moment you think you're rescued from such an unnatural act, the likes of which none of your boyfriends had ever subjected you do. The bastards.

Then you feel him pull aside your panties, and as your eyes widen in alarm he lunges forward again, his swamp-like mouth fastening itself like a giant leech to the fragrant necture of your delicate rose.

God, you never knew it could be like this, that a mouth could bring such pleasure. You hate yourself for how torn you are, for wanting it keep going, for his long spongy tongue to reach deeper. A little to the left. A little higher. Yes, there....!

Having forgotten about the reason you allowed him to escort you into this damp, smelly hole of a closet you're startled to hear an exclamation on the other side of the wall where your ex had been spreading his lies.

"...she did? Seriously?" one of them says loudly, only to be shushed, and you realize that you can either enjoy the pleasure this odious man is giving you, a pleasure that you so desperately need... or you stop him and listen to what malicious slander is being spread about you.

Unless you can think of a third choice through the haze of lust creeping across your mind like an English fog.