" Yes. Yes. Yes. Don't stop. Don't EVER stop. I want to feel you DEEP inside me. And I want your cum, all of it. Give it to your slut. Make me your w...ore. Ooooooh. Ooooooh. Ooooooh."I was pounding Susan missionary style like it was the last night on earth. I could feel my massive load building and wanted to announce that I would soon flood her wet hole."Alright slut. I can't hold it any longer. I need to give you my jism and fill your cunt." That's it. Cum in my cunt. Cum in meeeeee.. As Mr. Kain worked his way down to the sweet spot on my neck I rubbed the hard rod in his pants. He let out a loud grunt on my neck then pulled up my shirt and started to suck on my breast. I wiggled and moaned due to the mix of a tickle and pleasure feeling. One of his hands move down under my pants to feel how wet I was. I gasp as one of his fingers barley entered me. I'm able to only fit two of mine but for some reason one of his fingers was a lot.“Mr. Kain, Please.”I moaned arching my. I don’t want every woman from here to Poughkeepsie trying to get in my man’s pants. Coincidentally, that’s my beef with fire fighters too… Walking out to my car, leaving the whole pathetic scene behind me, I was stalled by a text from my best friend, Tyler. He’s the firefighter who taught me that those guys couldn’t be trusted. We’ve hooked up a couple of times, all late late at night when nothing else was happening. The sex is good but he’s the king of non-commital, so I know better than to. How many times has he done something like this, I mean meeting a new “sex slave”. Who the fuck was this guy. “No, I actually like her tense. It’s kind of cute.” David sneered “But alright buddy, let’s see what you got in there, we don’t have all day.” Johnny led me by the hand to the center couch area in the living room. He opened his bag of luggage on the table. It was filled with various types of pills, liquids and needles. “Let’s start with the contraceptive combo” he said as he manically.