.! By afternoon she was in despair...She would stay there, naked, with her hands tied behind the tree until she died.Why? *****Corey Gibson was happy....She was where she had asked to be, chained neck and wrist within a coffle of twenty female slaves. She paced the miles, light footed and alert, her mind busy with plans. At the end of the coffle's journey she would not be sold. Her Master would keep her for his own. It was a miracle! What he would do with her, neither of them knew. Her. Since I was more than bashful I didn't shower with the guys and little did they know I was actually packing a lot more than average. In addition to being in peak high school football shape, I also had a 9 inch cock that was as thick as a full size soda can. Most would think this was a blessing, and in some cases it was, but more often then not the little sexual experience I did have was awkward as most girls couldn't fit me in their mouth.During our bye week, I went to our hometown gym to get. He says, “Hey, Tara, it’s Alicia! She wants to know what time to be here.” “Tell her to get here whenever she can, that we are already ready to go.” “Ok! I’ll tell her.” After hanging up the phone, Jonathon says, “She said she’d be here in about twenty minutes.” “Ok, that’s perfect!” “So, who is Alicia?” “Oh, that’s right you haven’t met Alicia, have you? She is one of the waitresses from where I work. We had lunch together one day and started talking and now she goes out to the clubs with me. She panted and moaned, 'I am whore! I am whore now! 'Visions of her grandparents fighting world war two, now she was getting completely ravaged in some shitty Los Angeles bar. 'I am whore!' The men all laughed. She saw her schoolmates faces flash in her mind. Her's the coy face in the group always trying to appear sexy and sophisticated. Now she knew why: 'I am whore!'One after another she felt their dicks invading her. Her body oozing. Spit covering her mouth and breasts. Her ass was wet from.