Baal khule hue, chehre pe thand ka mausam hone k baad bhi pasine ki boondein. Or aankhon me ek gulabipan. Jab unhone apne haathon se apne baal peeche ...iye or maine unki haathon me voh bangles dekhe toh mai pagal hogya or fauran unke chehre k pass chala gaya.Or unke lips ko janwaro ki tarah chusne laga. Voh bass uuunnhhh aaahhh ummm aawazein nikal rhi thi. Fir voh mere upar aagyi or unhone mere nipples muh me leliye or choosne lagi. Uske baad usne boht saare bite kiye uspar. Fir dheere2 voh. The whip scars were the remnant of punishment for not doing the things the members of the gang wanted them to do. At one time, there had been one sex slave for each gang member, but so many had been whipped to death in the past 2 months, that these women were the only ones left. The gang had been out the day before on a search for women to replenish the sex slave stable.They didn't know why Glover had decided to kill the remaining 6 women. He had come storming into the cave in a towering rage.. Once the burning of the tequila had ceased, I spat the lemon slice out of my mouth and pulled myself back towards Rodney, kissing him deeply and biting his lips in hunger. He kissed me back, matching my passion blow for blow as he slid his large hands from my back and down to my bouncy ass cheeks. My skirt had slid up all the way, fully exposing my butt and my leopard print thong. Rodney smacked my right ass cheek hard. I let out a muffled moan while his tongue was in my mouth and dug my nails. I rubbed myself up and down on his mouth to give him a clue and felt his tongue protrude and push into my folds. For the sixth time that month, the world went quiet. I was not aware of anything else but the exquisite feeling of that slippery tongue swirling up and down my flaps and probing my hole. I wanted his cock in there so badly I pulled him up and told him to get a condom. He pulled them from his pocket and rolled one on, my eyes staring at that glorious cock. I hooked one.