. . oh, it's ok, but what should we do?" Jane said, sniffling."Let's rest him with his head up. Try to get him to wake up. Um, but there's no place . ... ." What about the stall?" Jane offered."Good idea. Let's move him."Still crouching, the black man moved around to the back of Tim. As he did so, the head of his penis dragged across the floor and over Tim's body. Jane wanted to say something, but didn't. Together, Jane and the black man dragged Tim into the right stall where Tim had changed.. . THE FEELING I HAD WHEN I WANKED HIS LARGE VEINED DICK WERE MIND BLOWING I WANTED SO MUCH TO TAKE HIM IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT AND SUCK THE CUM FROM HIS MONSTER DICK LETTING IT FLOW DOWN THE BACK OF MY THROAT AND KNOWING WHAT A STRUGGLE IT WOULD BE TO GET IT ALL IN MY MOUTH, OR A CHALLENGE? AND WHERE LAST TIME I DID NOT ALLOW HIM TO TOUCH MY PUSSY, EVEN THOUGH IT THROBBED AND CONTRACTED AT THE SIGHT OF HIS DICK, IT WAS ALL TO MUCH TO BARE, I WONDER HOW I WILL FEEL THIS AFTERNOON? JOHNS KNOCK. I remained rooted to the spot, temporarily paralysed by competing and conflicting feelings of embarrassment and hornyness, my reverie only broken by the added inducement (as if I really needed one) of Stephanie's promise to give me a gobble if I did.I quickly went upstairs, although not too keenly, divested myself of my manly attire and slid the silky teddy up my body. Having selected a pair of black sheen stockings from the infamous second drawer down and donned the toe crushing thigh high. There was no sign of Brin. She shivered as the damp cold of the cell penetrated the thin slip draped over her body – the only scant dignity her captors had left her with. She waited, deciding for now to try and conserve her energy, and for the next hour or so she drifted in and out of a fitful sleep on the floor of the damp cell. At some point she awoke to the sound of a heavy lock turning on the other side of the cell door, and then a great groan of iron as it swung open, accompanied by a.