She'd bought me a cheap bracelet and had my favourite phrase by Patti Smith engraved on it: "Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine." I loved it ...nd still have it today although I don't wear it all that often anymore since it reminds me too much of Karen and the time we had together. All through the afternoon and evening I tried to be as still as possible to avoid the panties chafing against my cock. The cum I had shot into them earlier had dried and made the chafing even worse. Despite. He took her ebony curls in both his hands and guided her head up and down until at last she began to choke and frantically gathered up his spunk in her fingers to be sure of drinking it all. Grigori released his grip and ruffled her hair like an uncle.“On your way” he told her, “before your grandparents miss you”. Her face was aglow as she pulled on her clothes and rushed off to catch the late tram. Grigori was alone with the drenched and bruised Frenchwoman. He poured himself his first drink. “So you want to file a report, eh? And I thought you had changed your mind about that drink” the black haired man said locking the door. They started stripping and I began to shout for help. “Scream your lungs out bitch, I love boys who yell when getting fucked. Besides, the room is soundproof. Nobody will hear you crying when I rip your ass”.I panicked. They were naked now, two big throbbing cocks hanging out eager to fuck my brains out.The blond one approached and knocked me in the stomach,. He’d developed the habit of wearing a fedora, and I had to admit he looked sharp.They would talk about general things to warm them up before they got into the meat of their presentation. “I want you to look at us, really look. Yeah, we dress well, but underneath the clothes, despite what we’ve accomplished, we’re still just guys from the hood. Before we started this our lives were on a far different track.”Two photos flashed up on the screen behind them. Mug-shot photos of each. While they.