I could feel belle getting wetter and wetter her juices running down my shaft, the mans cock felt hot aswell against my own, after a little while he t...ld belle to lift up and to place his cock in her ass with mine back in her fanny. She lowered herself down and began to ride us, I could feel the other mans cock through the thin wall of muscle between belle’s ass and pussy. Belle was in ecstasy as she rode us both, she was howling as each orgasm ripped. A56 screamed in pain and pleasure, cumming over and over,a small pool of semen collecting on the floor beneath her,oozing from her tiny erect penis. Her little balls were equally pathetic.A56 loved it, of course. She was literally made for this purpose.She now had no idea why she'd felt so scared this morning.Earlier that morning:Boi 00A56 set about her morning preparations to Serve.Very little effort required, really, since everyone hadnanites throughout their skin, hair and orifices to. Iris was asking to sit next to me. I somehow managed to find my voice enough to choke out, "Please, sit." She slid gracefully onto the bar stool and held up a single finger to the bartender, who silently nodded and poured a strong-smelling liquor into a glass, after adding a couple ice cubes. He slid the drink over to her. He then retrieved a rag from his back pocket and began wiping down the bar, moving away from us when he spotted another customer. She turned to me, "Enjoy the show?" She. ..My mother had to take care of my older brother Joshua and younger sister Aiyanna. Our father, Brad Peterson, left her after a rocky marriage because the Muskogee nation couldn't take my mother marrying an Anglo man. He was irresponsible, and didn't care much for us kids anyhow.My father left when I was seventeen, he was a heavy smoker, alcoholic, and domestic abuser. It would pain me to see the welts upon my mother's face and body after he had stormed out of the trailer to visit the local bar.