The guy pulled away before shooting his load all over her face and chest. The pleasure that she felt was incredible, and the orgasms that came from ha...ving five guys fucking her were amazingly strong. She couldn't move after it was all done and laid there covered in a stranger cum. When the reality of what she just did hit her felt shameful from it and thought she was a whore. What was done to her felt so good to her, but that wasn't something a good girl should like, and she did. She wondered. The ship was rocked and slammed back and forth breaking apart from the torrid storm and sank to the bottom of the ocean. Out of the 50 man crew only 2 survived and washed up on the sandy beach. As the storm subsided and the sun rose it became a nice calm day. The 2 men wondered where they were at as they lay on the beach and all they had was the clothing they had on. They soon found out where they were as a tribe of African natives picked them up and carried them back to their village. They. Arrogance demanded I believe myself hidden. Arrogance, second mistake of the day. Spent four hours in back of freezing cab while sun passed overhead. First greeting me from the left, then by afternoon, warming up my right. Eyes fixed on street, waiting. Seems like I never get around the waiting. Crime novels have hero sitting with cup of coffee in stylish muscle car, outside of residence. Hero waits for signal. Hero waits for suspect. Hero jumps valiantly from car and finishes climactic battle. ‘I… I… I just can’t,’ she stuttered. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes now. Great, just fucking wonderful, I was in the middle of a snow job and starting to feel like that Eskimo I mentioned earlier. I wish I could cry like women do. I’d walk right in to a new car dealership and bawl my eyes out until they gave me a new Mercedes. ‘If I agree and I do mean ‘IF’, you’re going to have to do something for me.’ ‘Anything Don, anything, I would be so grateful,’ the smile was returning.