Im completely hooked and drunk on cock right now, i didnt realize i was only pleasuring three of the four, he comes over with a bottle of oil and says... "grease this bitch" they hold me down by my wrists and ankles and rub oil all over my body, especially my pink hole and start fingering me. my man grabs my hair like a leash and makes me crawl to the bed room on the way the other men slapping my ass which is red now. shoving a finger or two making me jump "yeah, she a tight ho" groaning. he sits. ”I laugh and hand him the glass. He sighs happily and tips his battered fedora, then brings the glass to his lips. I expect him to down it, but he lets the barest trace of bourbon wet his mouth.Shaking his head, he hands it back and looks down at his whittling. “They say I might get a new liver someday.”I lean over and squeeze his shoulder. “That would be a very fine thing.”Laughing, he says, “Non, not for me. A gift like that need to go to a young person with more years than I got left. Too. All the time looking into your eyes, I slide my hand over your boxers, pulling your erection up and and I can see that this must be a relief, poor cock trapped against your leg. You shudder as I run my fingers up and down the rigid shaft and I smile, grab the waist of your jeans and you lift your ass up enough to let my pull them down to your knees. I quickly lean in and gently bite your shaft through your boxers then pull your jeans down to the floor, you cooperate my lifting your foot out and. . good.Even her name. India Taggart. It was just too perfect. It was a stage name. There was just a trace of ethnicity in her refined features that hinted of an Indian origin. Otherwise, her hazel-coloured eyes and full lips seemed as fashionable as the most recent list of the 50 most beautiful people.Damn. He'd never seen such a piece of work."Why don't you show me around Shaw colony before we get going? It might be good for some background footage." Uh, okay. But could I give you a little.