Kristen moaned, licked her lips, tasting Jamaal's cum as she did so, and used her hands to try to pull him into her. She was being stretched significa...tly beyond anything she had ever expected, and she loved it.When Jamaal was all the way into Kristen, he felt his cock pressed hard into her cervix. "Look at me babe. Tell me, how does that feel to you. Is it as good for you as it is for me? I'm gonna fuck you slowly, you need to let me know if it's ok, alright babe?" It's so good, Jamaal.. . I did not feel like cooking or servicing food and snacks to my boyfriend and his cohorts as they watched Sunday football.. I was busy in my room playing with my pussy lips and fantasizing about all my boyfriends friends as I was giving each one of them some head...I desired their huge cocks penetrating and mouth fucking me as my boyfriend, tied up, watched..I wanted to see his hard woody soar, as I was gagging down a juicy cock...There were four cocks in the other room, each one of them,. "Don't!" Shut up!" Frank told her. "I can't trust anyone who comes in here and attacks me with a pair of scissors."Wrapping the second length of rope around her left wrist, he quickly lashed that wrist to the opposite bedpost. Her arms spread-eagled to the two bedposts, Betty could do nothing but squirm helpless on the bed. She yanked at the two ropes that held her prisoner, but they were obviously quite firm."What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice filled with apprehension.Frank. Psychlone's own style of fashion with his long hair shaved short at the temples and a set of clothes assembled from second-hand clothes shops and market stalls in West London could also be considered eccentric. And many of the wealthy young men and women who crowded out the Fat Pig or the Ursus Majoris were also eccentrically dressed although the price tag for their fashionable clothing would bankrupt Psychlone."Yes?" he asked the two girls outside the door. "Who are you and what do you.