Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my de...th, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one of them. I don’t resent him for it. He didn’t throw me into some kind of hell. Apparently The Company was some kind of interdimensional entertainment corporation. I didn’t really love the idea of being someone’s sex doll or action figure, but they assured me that hardly. Well at times when i want to be a monster in bed i could fuck a girl for 1 straight hour. This is not pranks this is no joke its the real deal. the secret is simple. I spend more time trying to turn the girl as high as possible fuck her as hard and deep as she asks me to but i would detach my mind away from her. during this period am not concerned about her curves or boobs or juicy puccy am just fuck a girl. So i was in the mood of fuck until you drop with Dora. after several minutes of. I never knew my real parents so I consider myself lucky that I found both a loving mother and a capable teacher. Despite what people would have you think, ballel is a physically demanding form of dance so as I got older, the constant dance lessons developed my body and ways many found very attractive. It also helped that I had naturally beautiful red hair and pale skin. It seemed just about every man I walked by and even several woman (luckily for them I swing both ways) thought I was the most. We laughed about what we did in the club and the kiss we had on the beach. I loved the loud roar of Roci’s laughter. Damn, it sounded so sexy! In my suite, we relaxed on the white leather sofa, watching television. Roci pulled off her short top and dropped to her knees. With a naughty smile on her face, she slowly took off my pants and boxers. My dick was soon in the nice, wet confines of Roci’s mouth and throat. I lay back moaning, groaning and exhaling. I felt like she sucked me in as my.