He then began to stare at my forehead - He looked and then came over to me and sat down. 'whats that on ur forehead' he said in a deep rough voice . M...y 'Bindi' i said. He was refering to the diamond stud placed on my forehead to show my caste mark. I could see a bulge in his trousers, He was like a puppy dog now - He then said 'u ok babe?' . His voice changed - he was gentle with his words - he was like a boy wanting chocolate in a candy shop. He chatted with me a little. He was nice to me, he. He replied your not a every good lair he took his hand off my thigh and began to take his pants off i couldn't help but to stare he wasn't wearing any boxers or briefs with out him saying anything i jumped up out of my chair and started sucking his dick...he moaned which turned me on so much that i had to take my pants off and play with my cock he pushed me back a little and got on his knee's to suck my dick...it felt so good i garbed his head and forced him down after nearly swallowing my cock. . What you think all you going to do is suck dick. Oh hell no Bitch we gonna fuck and suck until I let you go. Now look at me and tell me that you my Bitch! Go on tell me and make me believe you mean it! ... ' I lowered my face and Bruce gripped my chin saying ' ... Look me in the face when you say that shyt. I wanna see it in your eyes that you mean it! ...' I knew not what he meant but struggled to get the words to come out appropriately. Looking Bruce in the eyes I recited ' ... Yes, I'm. He certainly didn’t get that from his father. I shook my head and ignored the wetness blooming between my legs. It seemed that my body craved a man’s attention. I hadn’t been intimate for so long, that I feared I'd forgotten what that was like.I joined Eric at the back of the car. He was resting his chin on one hand, as if he was appreciating a painting in a museum. I knew how he felt, the car was jammed with boxes. Somehow, we made it work and now there was the unenviable task of knowing where.