He looked over at me, noticed my small erection, and asked me if I knew how to masturbate. He said that he would like to show me how. So he reached ...over and started stroking my very tiny but very hard cock, going up and down. It was a sensation that I had never had before, actually hard to describe. I felt a rush of adrenaline pulsing up to my head. He began to stroke it very steadily, and then said, to do it right, it needed to be moist. He said that he should put it in his mouth so that. His cock slowly slid into my cunt, I loved the feeling. Once he was all the way in, he told the other guy that I had a tight pussy, way tighter than his wifes. He started to thrust back and fourth inside me. He was breathing heavy and sweating. I loved the power I had and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I loved the feeling of his balls slaping my ass. I was holding him tight and gripping him with my cunt when all of sudden he teansed up and could feel his cock throbbing,. I ache in my very soul to hear the sounds of male laughter, to feel a drunken finger push my hair out of my face, then hook my chin and pull me in. The one who called me Sugar used to wait until he was nearly too drunk to stand, then push me against the bathroom sink and have me. His curly hair in my shoulder, biting my breast. I don’t even remember most of it, just having a throat too sore to protest when my best friend would pull me from the mattress on the floor. She’d help me on with my. It got to the point where Susan was so dangerous to be around, many peopletried their best to avoid her. The inside scoop on Susan was to stay clearof her and her dealings. Most anything she touched turned to disaster for theother side. The judge who's brother was the president of one of those company's thathad a deal with Susan that went sour would be nothing but trouble for the soonto be, convict. Even Susan's Wall Street attorney could do little to help herout of this predicament. Susan kept.