“Man I aint so sure im done yet.” Thug 3 said. “I don’t think this bitch is enjoying this as much as she should be.”“So here’s what were...gonna do baby white girl. I’m gonna fuck your pussy again, and you’re gonna flick your clit till you cum hard for daddy.”Amber could only stare open mouthed at the ridiculous request just demanded of her. She had just been brutally gang ****d, multiple times. There’s no way she could cum. She was as far from turned on as possible.“I…I can’t.” She. It aids where my looks suffer."Was your flight alright?" She said this nervously, biting her bottom lip, looking as though she was a felon facing the judge for a crime that she was not guilty of. "It was great. I thought about you all the way over here."With that, she seemed to relax, and she then led me to her car. It was a nice looking Ford Mustang GT. The exact color blue as my old high school, Royal Blue. I got into it, and it did not take us but 45 mins before we were sitting the parking. She was always picking up on my study. Something like peeking into my room to check whether I am studying or else. But that result at my good grade and it's what I considered some years later. Well, talk about my sister, she was slim and about 5 cm. shorter with her hair hanging to her round shoulders. Her breast was about c-cup and poking out clearly that it always draws the boy's attention everywhere she goes. Our dad were in some managing position in his career so he was often went out for a. Coach Dev was feeling sorry for most of the cheerleaders; Aarush got into. It was a chance but what an erotic and amatory stimulus it was as he saw out of the staff lounge door to see some of the strong bully boys of the school, yank down the pants of Manan; the tiny framed, meager boy. All of them ran away as they saw Sir Krishna come out of the staff lounge to give a little bit of comfort and support to the young Manan. Krishna was reminded of his school days when he was of this age. He was.