Her hand wandered down to his crotch. She could feel how hardhe was already. I could tell she liked what she felt. One of the things that she had ment...oned to him was being forced to do things, The feel on a man’s hand on the back of my head turns her on. He remembered this and wasted no time. He unzipped his pants, pulled his hard cock out, grabbed the back ofher head and forced his cock down her throat. She loved it. Here was a person that she had met at the door less than 5 minutes ago, and. You started off you life as a orphan, not knowing your blood parents. No idea if they are alive or dead, if the loved or hated you or if you were even meant to happen.At the orphanage you are treated badly by the Matron. less food, all the chores and slept in a dusty broom closet. No family wanted to adopt you due to your age of 13, to old for adoption (shit rule) and to young to move out; you had to work and gain money the hard way.You did jobs around the neighbourhood and gained money which. And, I was in seventh heaven. All my kinkiest dreams were cuming true."Keep sucking, cumslut!" she yelled. "I won't stop whipping your fat ass until my worthless slave cums in your mouth! And, don't spill a drop, or I will beat you until you bleed!" My ass was really burning now. I did not know how much more I could take, but I was loving it so far.I am sure you are wondering how a middle-aged, married guy could allow this to happen. Well, it's a long story. Like most guys, my sexual beginnings. In that time I had a long affair with a man which ended badly, and two more that didn't work out but weren't really unhappy (though one was pretty stupid.) In all three cases the patterns were way off, but I had never taken the biorhythms seriously enough, steadily enough, to look before it didn't matter. Though I had the information. It might not have mattered; my friends had already been telling me that the one man was really wrong for me.By the fifth time I went out with Ken, I wasn't really.