.. "The photos in this book were hotter than Charisse had ever seen, and she became more interested in spite of her good resolutions not to think abou... sex for awhile. As she gazed upon a giant super-cock ramming into a blissful woman's cunt, or a girl being frigged up her twat, her asshole, and her mouth, all at the same time, she began getting that warm itchy feeling in her vagina again. Her cunt-juice really began to flow as she looked at the next picture. It showed a white girl with two. ‘So what does Papa want?’ He remained silent, gazing at her bountiful tits and her pussy draped in the flimsy material. ‘What the hell is going on?’ she asked in a loud voice. Icy Butt just smiled. ‘You will heed the message I bring. It is not from your father. It is from Don Armani.’ Sugar Bear gasped in fear. ‘If another of his men dies, you will die as well.’ ‘I’ll do anything you want,’ she told Icy Butt in a weak voice. That was all he needed to hear. He grabbed Sugar Bear and pulled. She sat with one leg resting on top of mine, her hand idly stroking the back of my neck as she continued to talk to me. I topped up her glass with Champagne, emptying the bottle. The Chief Executive noticed and immediately beckoned for a waiter to bring more. I heaved a sigh of relief. I knew the women wouldn't stay if we didn't continue to buy them expensive drinks. Dances were one thing, but I doubted that my funds would stretch to the price of the best drinks this place had to offer.. Are you sure you've never been taken by a boy?" I nodded, quite unable to speak.I remember what she was talking about. It used to seal me up. But, I played girls football for two years and one day I noticed it was gone, leaving a larger, pink opening into my pelvis."I'm going to show you your g-spot now. It's a special place up inside you that you can stimulate with an object of the right shape." With that, her finger went up inside me deeply and dragged along the top of my tunnel, pressing.