A few of them were slapped against her face, pushed into her hair and she could smell their unmistakable musky odors all around her. “Don’t just ...look at them, suck them bitch,” came the brusque order followed by another stinging slap across her cheek. Hesitantly she ventured forward, craning her neck but before she knew it a heavy hand grabbed her hair savagely, jerking her mouth onto one of the many cocks. The man began to fuck her face hard, forcing his member right into the back of her. "Oh, is my whore starting to enjoy getting her ass fucked? I knew you would, I knew you've been waiting for me to force myself into your only virgin hole, haven't you?" he almost growls."Ah!" I moan as he starts moving faster. He slaps my ass hard."Answer your Master's question, whore!" he barks."Yes! Yes Master, I've hoped for this!" I admit."Such a good whore. I never would've guessed how much you enjoy it when I take you with force, use your holes against your will. But you are such a whore. “Ok then. I’ll take the discount,” I told him, as I swallowed hard.“Excellent, madame,” he cheered. Then he turned and vanished behind the bamboo curtain.He came back out after a couple of minutes. Holding a small bottle of dark blue fluid, and set it on the counter. “Madame, may I offer a word of caution.” He held the bottle up to the light. “Use this sparingly. It very potent.”I stared at the small clear bottle of dark blue fluid, that he held up. A sudden calming feeling swept over me. As if. Of course, Angela had heard the rumor and she went out with Bobby Bottoms despite the risk determined that he would never get his thing inside her baby-making machine without a firm offer of marriage. The always optimistic Bobby continued to verbally knock on Angela’s gateway to paradise but he was generally relegated to no more than a half-way measure of physical pleasure. He had even fallen down to using his sensually shaped lips to stimulate Angela’s fore and aft entryways in the hopes that.