Jason commanded, “Take this muthafucka!” He then looked at the camera and said, “I love dominating this sissy ass faggot bitch!”Jason continue... assaulting Harmony’s mouth as she moaned and bewailed. “You ready for me to tear that ass up?”“Yes sir,” came her muffled reply.“Alright,” he said stopping his brutal attack. “Come over here and twerk on this dick.”Jason sat in a chair that he had placed so the camera would have a side view. At this point, ‘Work It’ by Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliott was. He smiles at me and his eyes twinkle as bright as the white teeth shining through his grin.‘What are we doing here, then?’ he says, lips meeting mine. When was the last time I was kissed? I can’t remember. Nor when I was fucked.Tongues entwined, his hands are under my dress. He’s caressing my thighs. Now his thumbs are rubbing at the side of my knickers. Was that me gasping? Come on, fuck me.My mind is blank. All that matters is the here and now, what we’re doing in this mad and filthy. ..A FEW DAY LATER I COME TO HER HOUSE SHE WAS STILL AT WORK SO I JUST HUNG OUT WITH HER MOM AND MUCH YOUNGER sister, I FELT SOMETHING WAS WEIRD BECAUSE SAMANTHA (HER MOM) KEPT TRYING TO GET CRISSY (HER YOUNGER sister) OUT THE HOUSE , FINALLY CRISSY SAID MOM IM GOIN TO MY FRIENDS HOUSE...MOM SAID OK AND WENT ON WITH HER BUSINESS, A FEW MINTUES GO BY AND SAMANTHA WALKS INTO THE LIVINGROOM WITH A BOTTLE OF WINE, N 2 GLASSES....AS SHE IS POURING OUT THE WINE SHE STARTED TO TELL ME HOW EMILY SAVED. Now usually when I got hard I just let it be, I was only 12 I had no idea what to do with it. That night for some reason I must have shifted down into the covers and my hard dick must have come out of my boxers fly and rubbed against the cover against my cock. And shudders of pleasure swept through my body. So I took hold of it and ran it in a circle with the covers pressed against it and the friction of the light touch of warm fabric on my penis felt amazing. Let me describe my dick for you I.