He had to find out.Creeping out of his room, he crouched at the top banister. Peering downhe caught a glimpse of red. Then he saw the back of Santa's ...suit. Heshrank back as Santa turned to his bag. What was behind him causedChris's heart to sink. It was a bike. It was a sparkly purple bike. Itwas a girl's bike! It had a pink and white backpack attached and hadpink, purple, and white streamers coming out of the handlebars.What Santa did next made Chris think he was dreaming. He pulled out ofhis. I only could expect to spend the rest of my life being used sexually by black men, in some obscure whorehouse ,who did not care for me, except as a receptacle for their lust or to ensure they were never deprived of a soft belly and pert breasts. They had put me to work as a whore for the amusement of their rough black clients. After been transported to a new brothel my new pimp will during three days constant demands on my body. He would sleep with me close to him, my mouth filled with his. I licked him up and down, sucked onhis balls, doing everything i could ever imagine wanting done to me. ilistened as they discussed me -- Jeff was not convinced yet -- and wheni finally took him in my mouth, i was committed to giving him enoughhead to make him agree. I sucked hard, i sucked soft. i licked, iinhaled. i coaxed his cock -- i did more than that. i made love to hisdick, just like a good girl would, and when he came, i felt satisfiedand relieved, and as i licked up all of him, i. ‘No seriously, we really do….this is important!’ ‘OK, what is it?’ I asked tentatively. After what had happened at Christmas with Lauren, I was not sure how to treat either of them or what their real feelings were towards me, after all we had only really been friends again for a few weeks and I had been halfway to shagging Lulu after just a few minutes with her. I knew that twins told each other virtually everything. Lauren put her hand on my knee and squeezed it, ‘We are not going to drag you.