All I saw was white skin and a large amount of pubic hair closing gin on my lips.My minds screamed 'THIS IS NOT A DREAM, THIS IS NOT A DREAM, THIS IS ...REALLY HAPPENING, THIS IS REAL. THIS IS REAL, OH FUCK I'M GOING TO COME AGAIN, OH FUCK, OH FUCK IT FEELS WONDERFUL, OH FUCK I LOVE THIS FEELING, GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, OF FUCK, MY ASSHOLE, OH FUCK, IT FEELS SO WONDERFUL, SO WONDERFUL."I wrapped my arms around the ass of the man fucking my face just like I do with Peter. I caught the timing real. Getting lost in her groans I felt the warmness of her mouth wrapping around my cock. I loved the feel of her lips sliding up and down my shat, then her soft lips sucking on the end of my knob. By now she was really bucking, and groaning... Louder than normal.I felt a second set of hands, one on my head holding me in, and the other wrapped around my nuts and playing with my ass... I stalled, and stopped licking for a moment to contemplate... I kept going and thinking... no, it couldn't be.For a. His response was to ignore her, date other girls, and he did it the same way Deserae did. He took his dates everywhere that he knew Deserae would likely be and he rubbed her nose in it.Then one day he dropped out of school and was gone. We heard later he had moved to the Left Coast to go to UCLA. I expected that with him gone Deserae would break it off with me since I had only been a means to an end. To my great surprise she didn't drop me. In fact, if anything, she became much more. “Who painted the balcony and all those people?” Carla asked.“Mosa,” Miguel answered. “She is from the Mojave tribe. She is an artist and she painted the people for Madam Anna.”“Madam Anna,” I repeated.“Yes, Madam Anna.”We followed Miguel through a heavy curtain on the side of the stage and walked up a narrow stairway to a door with a big yellow star painted on the dark wood and 'Anna Polovna' written in gilded letters above the star. He knocked and waited.“Come in, please.” Her voice was low,.