Her friend, a black chick wearing a tight shirt with, might I say, nice ass titties, began hitting him over and over and he just lightly pushed her aw...ay. Obviously something was going on here.I felt my blood boil. First off, this asshole reminded me of every prick that picked on me in high school and before. Big, throwing his muscle and weight around, thinking he was entitled to whatever he wanted. Secondly, I hated seeing women mistreated like that. I was a softie at heart... one of those. All her focus seemed to be on Christina's left boob. "Yes, Doctor. They are very large breasts," she said as she pinched Christina's nipple, earning another squeak from Christina and a wolfish smile from Caroline. This humiliating process continued for a few minutes without any further interruptions. Christina had given up protesting. They were professionals, after all. They knew what was best. As suddenly as they had begun, they stopped. "Your tits- I mean breasts, are fantastic," said the. "I did as told and could feel the droplet of what I later learned was precum. it almost lubricated my hand making my pumping easier. I looked upfrom the cock in my hand at Uncle Mark and he was smiling before I lookedover at Aunt Sharon."You are doing fine. Give me your hand," she said. As I held my hand outshe took a small vial and put a couple of drops in my palm. "That's babyoil and will make your hand feel more like a lubricated vagina. Let itwarm for a few seconds and then go back to what. The familiar messy living room comforted me, and Ibreathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god," I said. I looked through one of thewindows and I saw the streetlights still going out one by one, the wave ofdarkness getting close.In a matter of seconds, the darkness reached the corner where I turned. Theswitched-off streetlights ended there. The entire street corner whereUniversity Drive intersected Elm, my street, was surrounded in darknesssave for one lone streetlight that was still on, and it cast a.