I stayed my killing hand. I turned my thoughts to homosexual images of buff, bulging men muscles, glittering in tan, surreal Apollo rooms, while I shu... myself in my college dormroom. That night, that first night, I let it all loose. I tendered my small member to the image of a Blonde god, a 14 pack man in a gym, the first release of heroin-like ecstasy in the wee hours of the night, looking strangely at my crotch, observing glistening streams of semen falling in rivulets down my leg. Many girls. I am cross-dress and love Halloween, this Halloween was wild first ever wild Halloween party I ever been too. It was black party nothing but black guys and very few white guys but lots of white, Asian and black shemale was their and soon I walk in lots of black guys was all over few of them took me in ally make give them blowjob. One group of 4 guys that’s was very wild I had dance with them few times that night and then they took me to their apartment. Once I got their we were waiting for. Why does David count your orgasms?" We came up with that a while ago. I don't let him masturbate until he's given me at least twenty orgasms. The ones I give myself don't count. Sometimes I make him wait until he's given me twenty-five."Diane's mouth hung open. "Oh my God. I can't imagine how horny David must be all the time. You are a bitch with a capital B." Aren't I?" Linda grinned. "While we're sitting here talking and enjoying ourselves, David's kneeling next to the bed, naked and bound,. I just sat and looked at the girl writhing feebly on the dirty ground for about ten minutes. Her close-fitting cycling kit certainly allowed every sinew and muscle movement to be seen, which then reminded me how the bitch had so distracted me in the first place. I walked round in front of her and saw her wide terrified eyes staring at me. Stupid bitch, there was no way I could ever release her now she had seen my face. Frustrated I kicked her hard in the belly. Her whole body flexed.