I put both my hands on top of each other and about 8 cm (Cocke bottle Diameter) wher left from his dick to see. she took the 8 cm slowly and after on... minutes she asked me to remove one hand she went down slowly and settled a little while i could have seen tears in her eyes. then she started moving and she one hand i kept on his dick and the other i switched between playing with his balls and her love button. the snooring went wild from both. i went forward and starting my licking his dick and. I’ll see you then.”When she had gone, Mark said, “She doesn’t seem very willing.”“Oh, don’t worry. She will quickly change her mind when you make her come. She has trouble reaching orgasm.”“How do you know that?”“I told you, we do everything together—including masturbation. She hardly ever comes when we do it together, although she claims she does better when she’s by herself.”Friday came and Mark’s team won again. He hurried through his shower, dressed and rushed to the gate and was. I was feeling tired and sore, but my body and mind just wanted more and more cock. I had no idea at the time but I would later learn that being used by numerous men would be my weak spot, the more men the better. It was around 2 pm in the afternoon when Mr Singh came in and told the men they had to let me go home before my parents returned from work. The men all stood around me and wanked their lovely big fat chocolate cocks over my face and body. This made me feel so sexy having so many hard. I caress my scars. Dream about him next to me. Feel him in the night tending them. Believe that he’s there. Then there’s light and the shower is still running. I leave it on even though the water bill is too high to pay. I like the sound of the water rushing over me. Let the water pour. Clean and hot and desensitizing, destroying prints and calluses, burning away bacteria, boiling needles to the surface of my skin. Mindless, hopeless activity. I sit in the shower without forgiven and need and.