The cock in her cunt increased speed and Wendy climaxed again, choking on the cock deep in her mouth. Both guys were squeezing her tits and pinching h...er nipples. The guy speeded up his ploughing of her cunt, sensing he was about to come Wendy told him to come over her belly, removing his cock it started to spew its hot sticky liquid over her body, spunk covered her tits and belly as six or seven heavy gobs of spunk shot from the slit in the bell end. She saw more spunk from that cock in one. I found out it housed homeless children, junkies and prostitutes in a ratio of the three. The children were curious, but the rest of them only approached when they wanted to try some weed. One of my bong mates introduced me to the guy who controlled the squat house, he was known as Tex. Tex was a fat heavily tattooed white guy aged about 40. We all left stoned, and I kissed my friends goodnight before going straight to bed it was 3am in the morning. The next day I struggled to rise from my bed. Fuckpigs don’t have souls, or minds, they don't really even have a body. All they can do is think about is cock and cum. Theirs and other peoples, they beg, they wine and they hump everything they can.“Let this be a lesson to you all. None of you are above the rules of this house and all of you could end up like 89 there.” The master called down from the balcony overlooking us. El was next to him, her lusting eyes locked onto me, it had been a week since she got back, a week of me eating. Now I was going to have to crawl on my knees to try and fix my fuck up.The God's must have decided that I needed some cheering up and so they smiled down on me. I carry a 173 average and rarely does a week go by that I don't have a game in the high 190s or low 200s, but that night I found my grove. My first game was a 256 and I followed it with a 237 in the second game, but it was the third game that made my night. The tension mounted as I threw strike after strike after strike. I had seven in.