Cindy, the pick is?"Cindy reached into the pile of names and drew, "Sandy! Get over there and please your brother in law." The other women pulled pool...chairs around in a semi-circle. There would be nothing private about these deeds. And likely a dirty comment or two. Cindy set herself up on a two person love seat with the pitcher of margarita's and the bowl of names within reach."OK now," Sandy announced pointing at Cindy, "Pressure's on. I'm performing in front of a world renowned cocksucker.". . and again came the brutal face fucking with her totally helpless to resist! Her nose was forced all the way up, and tightly against his kinky haired pubic bone! For Karen she thought her tortured burning lungs would collapse from lack of air, as she was roughly held firm and then pulled off giving her barely little relief! With her mouth held open another black cock was jacked off into her helpless mouth and the big cock head was then flicked out from in her mouth to the corner of her lips,. Plus, my teeth returned the next month. One of the things Steve had me do was keep my pussy hair trimmed. But, being Steve, he wasn't satisfied with the traditional bikini trim; he wanted me to leave a thin *horizontal* line instead. He called it my "moustache," and told me that it served a dual purpose. First, it would indicate when my period was over, although, after a few months, I had gotten pretty used to predicting both when it would start and when it would stop. Second, he told. .Where am I? I cannot move, though I am not restrained.I cannot see, though I am not blindfolded.I am laying on my back on something cold and hard...a marble or granite surface. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A basement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. .