I soon realized they were using me as i was passed out. my ass would be on fire when i awoke, my mouth and jaw aching . what ever they were injecting ...me with , i was becoming addicted to it.by the forth day i was hooked and i turned my life over to the gang.i was forced to sign over my car . as i watch them spend the money on d**gs and booze, i was d**gged and in the side bedroom. he walked in.he was a black man, older , maybe mid fifties. i thought maybe this man would be my salvation and help. As she stretched her sinews hard and taut in her bed, she could almost feel the strength of the hand that had suddenly gripped her shoulder from behind. The cut of her panties pulled against the motion of her hips as they rolled against the mattress. The tapered edges of the gusset cupped her mound. She remembered the hand and voice and felt the tingling warmth flush through her skin. “Don’t turn around,” he’d said. The whisper had slithered into her ear like a trickle of warm cream. There’d. "It feels good to me as well. "Im glad you like it."The cat was out of the bag. Melody was the only other person he had ever told about his affinity for nylons and he felt a mixed bag of relief layered with intense arousal. He knew from that moment forward his connection with this wonderful girl was something erotically and intimately special. After that memorable evening Bill and Melody became young lovers for more than seven years until that fateful evening when Bill's perverse desires got. “So how was that Mr. Dick?” she said, sarcastically. “Very nice. Very nice.” “Well if you want to pop this, you’ll have to pop me first.” Allie sat the bottle on the table and grabbed my cock. Her hand was cold and the sensation in my rod was torchered. She stepped up on the ottoman using my dick as a prop. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she leaned in. Our lips met and our tongues began to battle. Damn she was hotter now than I’d ever known her to be. My hands gripped her ass and pulled.