"Well, I want to watch, and I couldn't very well go into the girl's locker room, could I?" I responded. Before she could complain again, I took her ha...nd and pulled her into the locker room.I took her over to the lockers and when she just stood there I said, "Well, you can't take a shower in your clothes! Get undressed!"She looked around nervously, but she started undressing. She was wearing a white, button down shirt, which she unbuttoned and slipped off. She stood there in a black skirt and. She went mad and started asking him to fuck her. I nodded and the rickshaw puller Ram rammed his whole cock into her pussy now. She was moving because of the pain.So, a dirty rickshaw puller was inserting his small black cock into my beautiful girlfriend and she was liking it too. The slim rickshaw puller then lay down on her and started fucking her hard. His old small cock was going in and out of her pussy now. My model was being used like a common whore by these dirty men and it was a big. Dreaming, Valerie saw herself walk into the large stall of the stallion. She kneeling down sat on her heels waiting for the stallion to take some interest in her. She had not long to wait, as being a kindred spirit, the stallion strolled over to take a standing beside Valerie. In her dream, she began watching as from a few feet behind her own back, seeing how she would reach up and begin to fondle the many folds of skin making up a large leathery sheath of this black stallion.Perspiring from. He touched dry tongue to cracked lips. When was the last time I had a drink? He wiped his hand across his chest and placed his wet fingers in his mouth. The salt burned his lips, but, the moisture soothed his tongue. The rough fabric of the threadbare mattress scratched against his sweaty balls as he sat. He blinked, everything was still pitch black.“Who are You?”“You’re another hallucination.”“So what if I am. Humor me. Who are you?”“My name is Brett Hogan.”A deep growl filled Brett’s ears. “I.