"--- "Shut up bitch, or I'll shove a wire brush up that cunt." --- said Hank. --- "But you can scream as much as you like. This part of the shop is ne...rly sound proof."--- "Yeah. We do some loud stuff here." --- said Sam.Hank took the hold of the wrench, which was nearly falling out. He shoved it back up, and turned it meanly. Lilly screamed.--- "Don't drop it bitch. Or the next one will be bigger."Even despite the pain, she squeezed her muscles to keep the darn thing in. Sam came in front of. I must say its not the most comfortable of positions with my feet on the floor but the feeling of control and domination you get really adds to the orgasm, which, in my case was rolling in quickly. It reached it’s peak with a ‘Bloody hell,’ escaping my lips and me leaning forward on Mike’s chest. Do you know, I don’t think he moved the whole time. ‘Thank you,’ I whispered, ‘I’ve just cum, did you?’ He lifted my head, looked into my eyes and said with a smile, ‘Well that’s a surprise, I thought. It was from her that I got my dark skin and from her late husband from who I received my big fisherman's shoulders, "You want feta with yours Küçük?"I grinned. My grandmother never called me by my given name, the same as I never used hers, not since she had come to live with us after grandfather had died. I'd been seven and I couldn't imagine not having her around. My Turkish was a alright, though grandmother said my accent was still awful. The 'ç' in Turkish was a 'ch' sound, so my nickname of. During the summers, I learned to keep two towels at the ready for when the guys came over to fuck me. I would spread the large bath towel out on the floor or bed to catch the cum that leaked out of me while they were fucking me. The second would be a hand towel that I used to sop up the copious amounts of cum that leaked out of me between guys fucking me.I also got in the habit of cleaning their cocks with my mouth and tongue when they were finished fucking me. It struck me as funny, that after.