And she was totally naked this time. Well, of course the was, right? But she was more naked: she was bare foot. Funny I never really noticed before. I...became conscious of my own bare feet and it reminded me of my sore toe.The next time it happened, the ball had rolled into me with Sylvia chasing after instead. She bent down to receive it, putting on display for me her three miles of cleavage. If I had fallen forward just then I would have been lost in between her breasts for the rest of the. By Skull Fuck, I mean he rammed it all way down my throat and held me there,as my involuntary throat contractions milked his man meat.Then 8 incher made it all the way home, I could hear his huge ball sac thwap against mine as more pain coursed through my whore hole and balls. He was commandofucking me!! All the way in and all the way out on every thrust. I had to take it because this is what I wanted, to be roughly used by hard menwhile dressed as a sissy slut.The skull fucker then let me off. I shall start from the beginning. So there I was, having the most wonderful lie in on a monday morning, practising my perfected art of preventing monday morning blues, by turning them into tuesday morning blues (ie, mondays equal lie ins, tuesday equal start of the weeks work…or rather the three days of it) when I got rudely awoken. Don’t get me wrong, it was about half eleven, and lazy old me should have been getting up, but there was this dream I was having….but that’s not what this is about.. "Least we got cigarettes and beer."Art and Louie had not taken much time in the city before leaving, having only stopped briefly to pick up some personal items at each of their apartments, with a little time for inspection of the contents of the bags. One bag contained several key's of cocaine, and a smaller amount of heroine, while the other held at least half a million dollars in medium and small sized bills. Looking at the money, both men felt they had finally hit the jackpot, even Louie's.