.”“Yes, yes, yes, you little taco-muncher!” hissed Essence. “Work that tongue into me. Ooh, nothing like enjoying a brown slut's tongue workin... into my pussy. Gonna cum so hard! Gonna drown you in my cream!”I marched out of the living room, seething.The cameras followed.I know I had seen rope in the garage. I was positive I had. A thin, silky smooth sort of rope. I didn't know what it was used for, but I was angry and hard. My girl-dick bounced before me, my tits swaying beneath my open robe,. And someone tall was sitting in the driver’s seat, watching the building. Erica had a big problem. He let the blinds fall closed and thought about what he’d done, following Lila around and watching her. Trying to get the dog destroyed. Sabotaging her house. Attacking her, slamming her up against the wall of the school, ripping her shirt off when she tried to run. Throwing the terrier-sized mutt onto a concrete sidewalk. He winced at the memories and heard Johnson move up behind him. “Is it out. The family had never been hard up for food, not even the luxuries of the very rich: bittersweet almost black or creamy white chocolates from Holland, bristling sardines from the North Sea, huge legs of greasy lamb, standing rib roasts, and genuine Polish hams for Sunday dinners, raspberries and strawberries and blueberries and blackberries, the freshest finest fruits and vegetables, and once even chocolate covered bees from England. Dad and his employers had a sort of unwritten agreement that. It was big, long and thick. He grabbed me by the wrist and helped me sit up. Touch it. He said. I reached over his lap and placed my right hand around the shaft of his hard cock. I had never really seen another boys penis before, at least never this close. The skin was so smooth and supple, the color of the shaft was slightly darker than his skin tone. It seemed to be the most perfect penis in the world. It was easily 4 times bigger than my own. If my penis were that large I would masturbate.