She felt his strong arms wrapped around her and her pussy got even wetter knowing what was coming.Mr. Barstow's hands knew what they were doing as he ...sunk his fingers deep into the soft creamy flesh and his thumb rubbed over her hardening nipples. He hefted the large melons and then pressed inwards mashing them against her rib cage as his arms pressed against her, holding her tighter.She loved the feeling of restraint and loved being held so tightly... it was like he was claiming her as his own. You have to let me kiss you there and take them in my mouth. I kiss them and I feel your body change I hear a pleasure gasp. You know what I’m going to do and you are hard by now. I look at how hard and large you are and that is a total turn on. One long lick all of the way up to the head, again pleasure sounds but this time from both of us. Licking your head to tease I take more of you in my mouth. I touch you everywhere while my mouth is on you. My total focus is on you, and enjoying every. ..I missed Angie. Yesterday had been incredible, but it felt, well, temporary. Unsustainable. Even if I could afford it, I couldn't live in the brothel, having such orgies every day. It wouldn't be enough. Being with Angie had felt deeper, more sustaining. It was lovemaking, not sex for fun.Love. Funny word. I wondered if I really knew what it meant.My mind meandered back through the orgy and I remembered Sherri stroking my scars, and then Rochelle playing with them. I realized that Angie had. He opened it. His expression hardened. “Oh. It’s you,” he said, neither angry nor accusatory. “What do YOU want?”I held out a gift. “Since I cost you a pair of boxers, I thought it only fair I replace them with these. They’re the same brand, and same size. I hope that’s OK.”He snatched them from me. A faint sneer had crept into his expression. He looked them over then carelessly tossed them inside. Then he looked at me.“Get your faggot ass in here,” he said, a tone of disgust in his voice. He.