Rodge pulled the cock out, amixture of drool and precum ran down his chin as he tried to catch hisbreathe. "Beg for my cock, ask me to fuck your slut ...outh like the whoreyou are!"Rodge said as he slapped the side of Jim's face with his cock,spreading more of the mixture of his face. "Please Sir, fuck my slutmouth and use me, I want that hot load forced down my throat, use me likethe fucking whore I am," Jim said as he began to stroke his own cockwhich was leaking with excitement."That's it. When he looked down, though, there was his stiff cock waggling like a flagpole in the wind. It was so absurd, so bizarre, he almost burst out laughing. When he heard Julie shrieking with glee at finding some more donuts out front, though, it refocused him on the job of destroying the flour.He finally made it to the table, and he grasped the flour bag by the top, holding it with both hands and then starting for the sink. He knew the bag couldn't weigh more than five pounds, but in his weakened. My breathing was a slightly heavier than usual because I'd been rubbing myself through my jean shorts, my black thong already soaked.His voice was smooth and calm as he asked if I'd been playing with myself.I blushed before answering in the affirmative. My heart was pounding and in my mind I was freaking out that he had caught me doing so.However, I was even more shocked when he started talking dirty, almost having phone sex with me. Thoughts flew out of my head and all I could concentrate on. .Soon, Roma realised that Donald could only get it up calling a woman his whore. Not that she minded, as that made her wet, but with Donald, there was not even a pretence of ladylike foreplay. Every sentence was orders and every sentence ended with the word whore.So she told Donald about her boring husband and how she got wet being called a whore. He ordered her to show him. She took off her sopping panties, rubbed them to his nose. He smirked, told his whore to take his cock up her ass and.