He made me give him this forced footjob for a while, then dropped my feet and forced his body onto mine again. He began kissing me again, rubbing hims...elf against me, his scent filling my nostrils. Even though we were both covered in sweat still, he didn’t smell bad. After a few minutes of lying there while he kissed me, he got up and told me to get on my knees. I did so, worried about what he would want me to do. He sat on his bed, and told me to lick his feet. I must have made a face, because. 'I was sitting on my black leather couch between them with my legs pulled up.As if by choreography they both touched my feet and stroked my legs.Before I knew it my robe was open and they were grabbing my tits.I struggled until one of them grabbed my throat and the landlordsaid, “we have you by the balls, freak. Your pretty ass belongs to us.You do what we say or you go to prison, understand, you fucking whore?”The tears were pouring down my cheeks now as I whimpered “yes.”You mean yes, SIR,. I love seeing you happy. God, I love you.I slowly push my laptop to the side and lean forward. My breasts now resting on your desk. Your mouth is slightly open as you take in the view. I want to tell you that all you see is yours, but I don’t want to alarm you. A gold ring (that I never wear) and 20 years separate us. Cultural differences and an economic divide accent the cards that are forever stacked against us. Not for anything but, my heart doesn’t give a rat’s ass about it. I want you so. Neither woman had seen porn or been to a bookstore. Mom said we should go. I told mom not to worry about that as we could look at porn all day long on my computer. Mom and Vicky decided they wanted to go to a bookstore right now. I knew they were pretty buzzed and thought that we would get to the bookstore and they would back out. The nearest adult bookstore was only fifteen minutes away so off we went. We got there and mom and Vicky rushed in and were looking at everything. I was trying to.