It was a Saturday morning. Paul had taken Amanda out for an early breakfast in downtown Ann Arbor. It was an outdoor café. Their food arrived and abo...ut halfway into their meal Amanda got a phone call. “Oh, Hi Rob. I didn’t expect to hear from you.” Paul heard her say. Amanda looked a bit uncomfortable sitting across from Paul speaking to this other person on the phone.There were a lot of quick one word replies from Amanda to whomever she was speaking to. “Yeah…..Sure….That would be nice…..” . Jake told me, "Put your snout on the floor bitch." I obeyed. He called Mary over and had her pull the rag out of my ass. He then had her dip her hand in the Crisco can and told her, "Now fuck her with your fist dear." She worked two fingers then eventually her whole hand inside of me. She then made a fist and rammed it in and out of me vigorously for a long time. I was crying silently and whimpering openly. Eventually she tired of doing that and asked me if I had enough fucking to satisfy me. I. She managed to get to the bar. She was some sight,.. a whore, a tramp, a cum covered, piss covered slut. Her hair was straggly, sticky with sperm, her face was loaded with cum most of which was already drying. Her chest and breasts were spotted with jizz and urine and her legs were wet with fresh piss. "Wanna sit, honey?" Bull asked. "Yes," Barbara answered in an exhausted tone. Bull went to Barbara running his hands up her beautiful white legs eventually getting to her rounded ass. The neck of. I smiled back. It is an impressive feat to haul a red wagon full of short bread cookies up an eight step concrete stoop, then up three stories of stairs, and remain capable of a cheerful smile. I felt she deserved something for it, even if she weren't five naked women with beer and pork rinds.She was cute. Young cute. You know, the sort of cute you would accuse any fourteen-year-old of being, provided that she was in fact cute. She was not the kind of cute that anyone who knew what I did for.