“Good c***d. You will learn your place. You will welcome it one day soon.” He whispered. Brandy flinched. ‘Please God no.’ she begged silently... The men dressed without speaking to Brandy or amongst themselves. She lay in a heap on the bed, eyes staring at the wall, her mind blank for a long time. She fell asleep at some point, and when Brandy woke up she hadn’t moved from where the men had left her, belly down on the bed. She rolled onto her side. Her body ached from the sexual abuse as well as. My first girl hadn’t stayed with me long enough for us to get around to it and my second girlfriend had led me to believe that only a whore would do something that ‘dirty’ with her mouth. Whatever I imagined a blow job would feel like I didn’t have long to wonder as I heard quick footsteps outside my tent and then the zipper to my tent opening. It was too dark to see who it was and the whispered, ‘I hope you’re awake,’ was too low for me to distinguish whose girl’s voice it was as I heard the. My would-be sister-in-law. And anyway, she lives downstairs from us, so Megan went and knocked on her door. So she came upstairs, had a few drinks with us...and well..." "Eddie, seriously man-" "Look, Charlie. It shouldn't have come together like it did. Since it has, now I'm on the hook, and I need your help." It seemed more than somewhat odd to me that him needing my help meant having sex with his fiancée. No mistaking it, Megan was a good looking girl. She had smoothly tanned skin, long hair. I play with my outline….rubbing my cock through the jeans…he watches and I notice his cock getting hard again…not controlling himself…he reaches out unbuckles my belt, unsnap the snap, pulls the zipper down…reaches into my Calvin Klein’s hole and yanks out my half hard 9 incher…and starts licking it up and down and puts his lips over my mushroom head making a popping sound…this k** was sucking like a pro!….I tell him for the first time you are one hell of a cocksucker son!…he then explained he.