An I loved to do that…I loved to be treated like a cheap slut…As they were all hard again, I was turned over on my stomach and gang fucked really ...ard by those niggers…My asshole was spilling out cum, since all of them used and abused my ruined rear entrance.As they finally were all spent, I went with some of them to the back yard.I enjoyed myself by playing with some of their cocks and licking those hard things. They all got charged up again for another round with me. As they were dragging me. The drizzle outside was a static rhythm and was pleasing to his ears. The teen had a deep psychological love for the rain and thunder. He ran his hand through his slightly greasy hair, continuing to stare out the window in deep thought. His thoughts were on a girl as most boys his age often thought of but not in the same crude manner as his brethren. This boy was different, or maybe it was the girl who was different. He couldn’t tell. He glanced at the clock catching only the hour and not the. About half an hour later she came down in her standard uniform of heels, nylons, short skirt and a low cut blouse and a jacket over the top looking stunning. Anyway off we went for a few drinks and then grabbed a bottle of wine and headed home to watch a movie.I must admit sat on the sofa with her and a glass of wine there were many thoughts running through my mind but I needed to keep them to myself so I just enjoyed a seeing glimpses of her cleavage and her gorgeous legs in nylon. I could. The girl who waited on me was very helpful and kept giving me 'knowing' looks."It's a surprise for my husband." I finally felt compelled to explain.I left the store with five inch heels; the only thing they had in stock in my size that met Ted's criteria. When I walked in them I felt like I was going to fall over; I have no heels over about three inches in my closet. They also hurt my feet; my toes were so crammed together by the obscene angle they entered the shoe, and gravity.Next, I hurried.