My hair is a mess, my cheeks are flushed, and there are bite marks and bruises on my tanned skin from what they did to me. I want you to have heard my...screams of pleasure from me as my three black lovers serviced their willing whore. I want you to have stroked your cock until the pre-cum oozed from its tip while you listened to them as they fucked me to heaven. I want to see the head of your cock glistening with precum. Can you smell my arousal? And that unmistakable mix of sweat and cum. The. There was no mistaking Melody. At 15, with her long brunette hair down to her waist, she was the spitting image of her mother. The two of them hopped into a small white bus and were gone as I wiped the tears from my eyes. It became a ritual for me to be there every morning to see them get on the buses that took them to their private school.Four months after I had checked into the halfway house, two parolees sought to give me a pounding for being a pervert. I put them both into the hospital and. " "Hey Char." Bobby said, walking into the little home that Kirstie called home for only a short few months. "How are you today?" "Not bad. How about yourself, Bobby?" Char replied, quite occupied with getting dinner done. Before Bobby could answer, how ever, Kirstie's little brother walked in the door. "Mom, we need to go to the school, please. I accidentally left my bag there." Kirstie's mother looked a lot like Kirstie... Or visa versa. Her eyes didn't change color, but they were. ‘Ah yes I suppose I do.’ Scar lit a cigarette as he spoke and offered one to Sean who just stared at him in response. Sean had used to smoke but had quit once captured after repeatedly refusing to take one from this mans pack. Scar put the pack back into his breast pocket and rolled up his sleeves. ‘I still cant figure out what you were doing in Bogotá. I have a pretty good idea, you Americans are always sticking your noses in things that don’t concern you, but I don’t know for sure.’ Sean.