Jeffery’s fingers slipped into my eager pussy and he began to gently three-finger-fuck me. He then pinched my clit between his fingers and began to ...masturbate my tingling clit. He knew just how to do this and make me completely helpless, for his pleasure.Then Tom firmly ordered me. ‘Come on you fucking little slut, take some more of ‘Mr Mojo’ into that sweet mouth of yours. My bro tells me you love to deep throat and swallow a black men’s cum. I got plenty of that for a pretty little, white. "Come on now," it was Brad and his voice was heavy as he continued to stroke, "you know you want to, baby." No, I...I don't." Mark reached over and grabbed me by the back of my neck as I spoke and pulled me forward until my face was about an inch from his cock, "No...please don't...do...this." His laugh made me realize that he didn't care if I protested or not; he was going to make me suck him off.Brad reached over and also grabbed the back of my neck and brought his cock right up to my lips.. England had walloped the French at Trafalgar, yet feared revolution at home, a potential shift of power our ruling aristocracy determined to prevent, no matter how great the cost to liberty and justice. As young women, Hazel and I had no power, but we were free enough to cast off our corsets in favour of the unrestrained fashions inspired by the Romantics. We delighted in more natural expressions of ourselves, we truly believed that something as simple as delicate, flowing dresses might light. . did what?" Don't give me that," Dad said, finally choosing to release my shoulder.He crossed his arms over his chest. "You know damned well what you said.I don't want to hear about how you didn't mean it. It was deliberate andcruel."I didn't have the slightest clue what sort of poisonous barb Charlene hadlaunched at my little sister. All while I was off, busting my ass to keepher life from falling apart under her own self-sabotage. I should haveknown she was over here fucking up mine.However,.