He suddenly stood up infront of me his huge meat right infront of my face put his hands through my hair then pulled me forwards driving his cock into ...y throat again whilst he said to me you better make my cock nice and wet before I fuck your tight cunt.I couldn't say or do anything apart gag as his cock kept hitting the back of my throat with each thrust of his hips.After a couple of minutes he let go of the back of my head allowing me to pull off of his pole, I couldn't take it and threw. CUT ME OPEN LIKE I NEED YOU TO.... I BEEEEEEEEEEEG YOU.... IT HAS TO BE LIKE THIS, I NEEEEEEEEEED IT....!!!!!!! I'M YOUR MEAT, YOUR FUCK-MEAT, NOTHING BUT FUCK-MEAT...... CUT ME OPEN AND SPIT ME... OH GOD FUCK ME WITH THE SPIT.....!!!!!! I'M YOUR PIG - KILL YOUR LITTLE PIG, GIVE IT WHAT IT WANTS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sarah was so so close now, and she imagined the roasting pit, the smell of cooking flesh, the spit, the crowd watching, OH GOD, THE CROWD WATCHING !!!!!!!! She imagined the crowd. The avocados they brought back were almost as good as the sweetened cacao drink. Parker had done an excellent job of finding out as much as possible about the climate, soil, and growing conditions for most of the new seeds he brought back. We did the same thing with the more valuable crops available from India and Asia as we tried to grow them at most of our African trading posts, hoping to find an environment nearer to Europe where they would grow and produce.While eager to introduce his new. Doh! The first time I met him he came to meet me at the station, he was bigger than I thought. 6'3" and heavy in a rugby player sort of way and young, under 40. As it wasn't a secret why we were meeting I wore a skirt and top, stocking and black high heels. I noticed him taking it in. It was a bit daunting, I was very nervous but we made idle conversation about our journeys in the taxi on the way to the hotel where he booked a room and at one point he stroked my thigh. He seemed a little.