.”“You want cock, don’t you?”I swallowed. “I don’t.”There was that smug, shit-eating smirk again. Slowly, he stood until his crotch was ...level with my face. He unzipped his jumpsuit and yanked down his tracksuit bottoms, exposing his rock hard cock.“You sure you don’t want this?”I swallowed again. It was just inches away from my face. And fuck, the smell. So thick and pungent. The smell of man. A raw hunger bubbled in my gut.“You look like you want a taste.”“N-no, I don’t,” I lied.A needy sound. Her head was turned to the side as I pinned her down with my hips, reached out and grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the bedside drawer. I squirted it like ketchup on my rod and got a good puddle in my right hand. I leaned back and slopped it onto her tight pink slit, just a trace of golden pubes on it between her spread and flushing thighs. She made a groaning squeal like she didn't want to be touched there but my mass was holding her captive. She didn't look at me and her lip tremmored. I’d expressed interest to Kimiko, but all that meant was things would continue as they had, with the idea that at some point, I might tell her that I REALLY liked her, at which point, she’d have to make a real decision. And that created its own set of issues because of our disparate faiths and traditions. There might be some commonality, but I wasn’t sure it was nearly enough.That left me with no real options other than waiting on the girls at church to graduate High School, trying to meet. Once I had finished Martin said "so you two girls going to be good or do I need to discipline you?" they both shook they heads, but Martin said "tuff luck you sluts need to know your place." Martin went upstairs and then came back down with handcuffs and a whip and bent them over the sofa and then tied them both up and began to whip them till the asses was red raw.After he finished he told them to walk me back outside. They done as they were told. The next few days they came out and feed us and.