I had to roll on my stomach to hide the hard on in my shorts and as I did she run her fingers to her clit’ and started rubbing.Then as I looked over...to the beach bar and saw the black boy swap over behind the bar and the other heading in our direction.Paula was unaware of this so I told her I was going for some drinks and walked off to the bar passing the other guy about half way.I stopped before reaching the bar and looked back to see the guy reaching Paula and stopping to watch her, she was. My constant grunting rose in pitch and then broke into a bellow.I slammed into her quivering pussy, hard and fast. My dick erupted inside her, filling my hot thick load into her depths. My meatballs lurched against her clit as I came. Hot spurts of juices pouring into Sara’s leaking cunt. Her body was moving and twitching, every hot blast of my juices ejaculating into her depths.Sara arched her back and thrust herself back onto my cock – she came like a bitch in heat. Her whole body quaked at. She really craved to be humiliated and treated like a fucktoy. The more someone treated her badly, the more she became excited, and the more she enjoyed the sexual encounter. However, not every man was able to understand what she needed. Some men thought that she wanted to be hurt, but Marie did not like physical violence. She needed to be made to feel like the slut that she was, to be humiliated, to be treated like a piece of meat whose only use was to make men cum and to gratefully receive. Without them I don't believe either Anna or I would have ever made it to full awareness. We would have remained in our dreams forever.Back to my primary function, a lot of men just seemed to like to talk. Oh, they often had me get naked for them first, if I wasn't already that way. Or ordered me around because they could. Some demanded oral sex as if they were starving for it. I gave it to them, often until they begged me to stop. But a surprising number of them barely touched me. While this.