I looked up at her expectantly and waited for her to start singing or talking or… anything. ‘I suppose I should start from the beginning, being bo...rn, growing up, living life and so on?’ she said, her voice calm but a bit distant ‘And even if ‘the childhood years’ wasn’t one of the first things that therapists try to make people talk about on a regular basis, I very much like the idea of doing things in a chronological order, so I will start where it all began, and try to tell you as much as I. He held off cumming as long as he could, then finally rammed into her as far as he could, and delivered a mammoth load up her ass. After pausing a second, he withdrew, wiped his cock on her ass, then gave her a stinging slap before saying, “Fucking tramp,” and moving off.His actions didn’t go unnoticed, and for the next several gangbangers, some fucked her up the ass, and some alternated, fucking her cunt for a while, then her ass, then going back to her cunt.One of them porked her ass and. Vicki flushed with embarrassment. She could not see them andthey surely would never know who she might be. Anonymity was her only solacein the moment. "Step, step, step, walk, step, walk," Jack's voice instructed. Vicki followedin silence. "Stop and stay here for a bit." Jack left the lead on the floor. "Oil her skin for me. Use the Crisco not baby oil. That soaks in. I wanther skin glistening today." Jack told someone. In a few quick moments tiny smooth hands began spreading cooking oil. He rose from the chair, holding her close to him, never breaking the kiss. Finally, he pulled away and their eyes met once more. She unlocked her arms and he allowed her to slide slowly down his body. She folded her legs gracefully underneath her as she did so, until she reached the floor and rested in a kneeling posture before him. Her hands rose upwards, starting at the bottom of his legs and traveling up them, massaging and kneading his inner thighs as she moved closer to his zipper. .