Oh my, you have a cock to match those big hands of yours, don’t you?” Leka giggled, “Oh my goodness, yes ok sir. Oh, I’m going to be a very bu...y girl this afternoon, aren’t I?”More jeers and cheers from what sounded like a gang of men could again be heard.“What’s that sir? Oh sure, I mean every guy likes a big-titted whore now and again, don’t they? I mean, come on guys, that’s why I’m here right?” Leka said, laughing again, “Don’t worry guys, I’m gonna suck and fuck each and every one of. His name was Nathan and he stood just shorter than me but was a little skinnier. In the times we found ourselves thrust in each other’s company it was due to a mutual friend but we never found it difficult to strike up a conversation. As I knew Nathan longer and longer unusual thoughts began to pop into my head. Thoughts that shouldn't have been there. I felt guilty when my mind wondered to these temptations. The image of Nathan slowly gliding towards me until he pressed his body gently against. “It is quite all right; it is only my little sister, and she is as silent as a tomb when it comes to spilling the beans.”Mrs. Hilton calmed down and pushed her demanding nipple back into my focus wanting me to continue her upper body spanking humiliation without delay.My sister continued to undress so she could be as naked as the remainder of the present company as quickly as possible. I gave up all hope of hiding my incestuous relationship with my younger sister from the powerful woman and. It was Victor, the pompous asshole himself. He strutted through the door like he was McEnroe at Wimbledon or something. He was sporting a pair of short white shorts that were tight enough to show the giant bulge and a white nylon shirt that tightly clung to his abs. He was a dick as far as I was concerned, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t a piece of eighteen-year-old man-candy. His hair was probably the only turn-off about his appearance; he had an afro tied up with a white headband.“Are.