He’s always polite and well-mannered. He doesn’t swear. But there is another side to his personality that the world doesn’t see. As soon as he m...oved out of his parent’s home into his own apartment a demon was let loose. With his new-found privacy he was able to indulge his hunger for porn to the full. Every night when he got home from his job stacking the shelves at the local supermarket, he would heat up a microwave meal and eat it at his computer. He’d start the evening with some reading,. I again tell him that I don't do that kind of thing. He tells me that I WILL today. He tells me to open my mouth, and have a taste of a real man. He tells me that there's no one else in the locker room and no one will disturb us.I open my mouth to protest again, and he shoves my open mouth onto his now hard cock. I am shocked, to say the very least. He holds me there and tells me that I better do a good job or else, and to watch my teeth. He then starts to work my mouth up and down his cock. I. Her body has strange markings all over it, not sure if they’re tattoos, paint, or just natural markings. Her hair looks like metal tipped feathers of various colors. Three thin slits on her head hold what looks like razor like blades. I can’t see her eyes, I want to see her eyes. She’s biting her lip with metal catlike teeth. Everything in the room other than her takes on a transparent state to me and I can see through the table in front of her. She’s masturbating as well, working her clit with. Pulling her arms back and up they forced her to lean toward her tormenter – who produced a knife. ‘Your sister pays her way by pulling a train for us…’ Sliding the knife beneath each of her bra straps in turn, he gave rapid upward yanks, parting them like threads. With the sundered straps dangling he slowly ran the cold blade down the valley between her straining breasts and deliberately cut through the thin material. The ruined garment fell away leaving the twin peaks of her shapely mounds.