. unfeeling, uncaring, clinical, or whatever, that is the way Jack thought of it. It was his upbringing, his ostracism, because of his mother’s occu...ation and his lack of contact with people in the form of friendship that really removed any feelings of humanity.His latest acquisition was, frankly, a pain in the arse. The withdrawal symptoms made her completely uncomunicative and he hadn’t even worked out her name yet, so he simply referred to her as ‘whore’. She did, however, have a period. Hmm…the smell of fresh brewed coffee in the morning. I walk up to the bar and order a tall Emerald Creme coffee. The girl behind the counter tiredly grabs a medium cup and pumps the steaming hot coffee from the thermos. The fragrance of the coffee fills my nose. I pay for my coffee and walk over to the condiment bar. All of sudden a nice ass walks past my view path. Black denim jeans were covering this nice ass as it walked to the coffee bar. I looked up to see what was attached to this nice. The great penis penetrating it felt like a great drill tunneling deep into her belly. Ann struggled and swung her buttocks in vain to escape the cruel impalement; it was no use. Carlos had skewered into her up to the hilt, she was a hopeless prisoner, stuck on the end of his rock-hard cock like a mounted insect. Ann's lips opened and closed in sensation and torment. Her cunt walls were afire from the unaccustomed size of the instrument imbedded in her belly. It felt as though he had penetrated. “Hey Brit,ya busy?” she asked in her squeeky voice. “Not particularly” I said.I was so used to the chicks in the Penthouse that I was barely arrousedby them anymore. Jackie ran in and jumped on the bed, wearing a long T-shirt severalsizes to big that came down to mid-thigh. “I’ve been thinkingand…well, actually I have some questions” she said nervously. “Shoot”I said. “After reading that book, you know the love story,.