"Bud moved his head from right to left saying no. I took the whip in my hand and made it crack. He then started shaking his head up and down real fast..."Now these boys may not really believe you want them to fuck you, so I want you to suck them hard so they can stick their hard cocks in you. Come on Pete, get over here, let him suck your big black beauty."Pete moved on the bed to his head. I turned his head so Pete could stick his cock in the mouth opening. Pete said, "You better understand. .. could you at least turn away?" "Of course," I said. I looked out the driver's window. The evening was dark already, and the few cars that passed us were going too quickly to see into the dim interior of my car. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I heard her mutter. There was a rustling of cloth, a little feminine grunt, and then she settled back into place. "You can turn back now," she said softly. I looked over at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes a little wild. She held out a scrap of. We know that's what he did, sure. But did he have to?" Well, why would—" Brock started."Hear me out," I commanded. "For a super-villain, this guy sucks. What has he really done with all the power at his fingertips? Nothing, really. I mean no offense," I added hastily, "because I know he did a lot of terrible things to people in this room right now. But I was thinking a second ago — why isn't he living in a heavily-armored Playboy Mansion From Hell? Why hasn't he found a way to erase us all?. He told me he had a great time and leaned in to kiss me. I raised my hand, touching my fingers to his lips to stop the progression of the kiss. A look of failure and rejection immediately came over his face. I’m sure following the divorce and everything else he wasn’t feeling on top of his game, but little did he know I was just not in the mood to kiss. I wanted cock.I removed my fingers from their position on his lips and the attention of both hands redirected to his crotch. His expression.