" I took her arm and slightly tugged her towards the couch.She suddenly nodded and actually looked me in the eye. "I guess you're right. Thanks." She ...attempted a smile. She turned and headed for the far cushion.Her subordination to my command was an incredible turn on, but I had prepared well. In my left hand I cradled a thorny thistle pod. I clenched it and clenched my teeth in response. My cock demurred to the sudden distraction of pain, barely. I sat on the couch cushion farthest from my. "Why do you only help kids?" she asked.I shrugged. I really didn't know.Bianca swallowed and smiled. "I knew you were a good guy from the first time I saw you," she stated."When was that?" I asked absentmindedly, twirling my fork in the pasta."When you came bursting through the door. You looked really angry. Did you know your eyes flash when you're angry?"Four hours later Bianca walked into my bedroom with a pile of clothes. She placed them on a chair and carried her toothbrush, toothpaste, and. Your eyes water and your lungs burn as you keep his cock deep in your throat, your tongue lapping at his balls. You feel around and under his balls and slid one finger into his ass. He shakes and sprays a huge load of cum down your throat as you swallow it all like the cum-hungry slut you are. You love the feeling of being the center of all this lust, of all this sexual energy. This is who you are, who you were meant to be. There is no judgment here; only tangled limbs,lust, and a****lism.. She had to, right?I got a series of calls from Jackie and Lissa and Denise. I didn't answerany of them. I couldn't deal with their pity and apologies right now. Ifthey'd ruined my life, I'd never forgive them.A little after two PM the doorbell rang. Denise, of course. She of allthe girls had adopted me as her sister, and was annoyingly persistent. Ihad some words saved up for her. I went to the front door. "I said Ididn't want to talk to you," I exclaimed as the door swung open. Itwasn't.