I could not get enough.I kept a vague count, but, just like my earlier self-fucking, I sort-of lost count around the mid hundreds. My world was now fo...cussed on this wonderful cock. I moved positions, rearranged both him and myself, but kept at the job. Suck. Suck. Suck. Lick. Suck. In. Out. Down. Choke. Gasp. Out. Suck. Suck. Again, I think David had a camera trained on the action at times. By now though, the humiliation was gone. I was just impossibly horny. It seemed like my little clitty. He took his feet one at a time and managed to kick my feet back from the wall. This caused my head to be against the wall and my butt poking out slightly presenting it to his man hood. I heard him as he cleared his throat ( he hawked up phlegm from his throat ),such a sickening sound and his hand working just at his penis and then again and smearing the substance between my buttocks into my anus. I felt so humiliated that I was now sobbing again. He cautioned me '...relax or it's gonna rip. We haven’t seen her since.”“Do you have lots of these crazy customers?” It sounded that car repair happened on a completely different planet.“You have no idea.” She swirled her wine. “It sometimes feels like owning a car leads to permanent brain damage for half our customers. They can get all worked up about a silly sticker getting loose.”“I’m so glad I’m working in a safe little office,” I confessed. “The only visitors I get belong to the cleaning crew.”“Hey, that reminds me! We had this huge. Several of those items were also found in your home today. What's it going to be?"Susan could not believe it. She owned her own home had over ten thousand dollars in the bank and still she was being forced into prostitution. How could such a thing happen, but she knew how it was happening - a black gangster and corrupt cops were seeing to it that it happened. She knew when she was beaten, "I guess I really don't have a choice, do I?" No" said John, "You don't"John had turned her into a.