Don't do anything with her puke. That goes beyond kinky. That steps into the realm of bleaghh. I snorted, then got onto the bed. I wasn't going to do ...nything with her puke. I have more common sense than that. "Enough," she said quietly, her head still hanging over the bed. She spat onto the floor below her. "That's enough of that." "Like hell," I replied, grabbing her legs and forcing them apart. Her ass was facing me, as she was lying on her stomach, and I hiked her skirt up above her waist.. "You like your own juices?" Steve asked."Uh huh." I said, trying to sound sexy. "Don't you?" He just grinned, and began pumping really hard. I could tell he was getting close, and leaned in for a good look. He grunted, then leaned over a little, pointing his prick right at his face. Cum literally erupted from his cock, blasting him right in the face! I've never seen cum shoot so hard. As his orgasm subsided he leaned back, licking the spunk off his lips.I found myself sucking more of my own. Both of the men were much older and they ejaculated fairly quickly after they penetrated me and began to slide their cocks between my slippery lips. We left the bar and over the next 3 hours, they drove to four different locations and sold me to 6 different men. All of them fucked me and came in my cunt and after each session, I would clean up and smoke either a joint or do some other type of d**g that Fletch produced from his leather pouch. My mind was numb as my new pimps watched each of. It had taken him only two sessions to get the boy in a dress, and only 2more to start breaking the child, and maybe a half-dozen more to finish thejob.By the end he had become the perfect plaything, the ideal toy.His control over the child was so great that even after he'd been arrestedand charged, the child refused to come forward.Maybe when his probation was done, he could look up the child, maybe evenconvince him/her to come with him when he left the country.He smiled at that thought, took.