Pounding. My fingers, sticky with her honey, took her squishy pussy with deep hard thrusts. And simultaneously my thumb battered her clit. Whimpers tu...rned into moans as she bucked her slit against my hand, juices dribbling down her thighs.My other hand went over her mouth, which was just as well. She’s always been a screamer, and the moan that accompanied her release would likely have caught the prodigy’s ear as it echoed throughout the building.After she stopped shuddering, I licked my. I don't know Maybe I was bisexual allalong. Maybe my mind was warped from captivity. But I surrendered tothese bronzed men. I kneeled for them, opened my mouth for them, liftedmy ass for them. I went from allowing it to wanting it, from wanting itto begging for it. I loved the shape of a cock, the bulbous head and theveined shaft and the way it became hard in your hands. I was sure thatif some day I was freed, I would still pursue men. I would be a streetwhore. Yes, I learned. They had those in. Jo needed to go to the bathroom, but she didn’t want to change the dynamic. He wasn’t judging. It was a major step up from what Jesse had done nearly every waking moment for the past three years. The natural light from outside waned as she made the decision to just go pee. He moved slightly to let her pass, but kept his eyes on the TV. She found herself trying to be quiet as she relieved the pressure on her bladder. ‘What does he care if I make noise when I pee? I am really nuts.’ She let the. Still, it was what she was here for... She struggled to get at the drawer and fish out the little foil packet, fought to tear it, then examined the ring-shaped rubber owlishly, trying to determine which side was the inside and which was out, while her clitoris itched and tingled and screamed its urgency and the promise of suffusing her with pleasure."Give it to me, Sweetie," Pete murmured. He hated the things, but there was no way he could risk making Bianca pregnant. He had to withdraw the.