He didn’t recognize me at all. I dyed my hair jet black and had piercings in my ears, nose, nipples and clit.“Aren’t you Sean Holder, the guy wh... wrote that book about raping your sister?”“No, I’m not him, but everyone tells me that I look like him!” he said sounding like he had said that many times before. He also sounded like he was much less aggressive than during the time I became his slut.“Well,” I said, “I got his book and read it. He sure was a prick if he really treated all women like. “Are you okay?” I asked, worried that something was wrong. “Yes,” she said, laughing through her tears,” It is soo good! Come back inside me.” I pushed the tip of my cock back inside. Her muscles had relaxed and I was able to resume the to and fro movement. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and held me tightly around the waist, kissing me passionately. “That was even better than I had imagined” she said, “I want you to come off inside me now.” Her encouraging talk was already exciting, but. The three of them went after her like a pack of dogs, sticking a cock down her throat, pulling the soaked dildos out of both her holes, gave them to me and i statred cleaning them off-God she tasted good!One of them had a 10" cock and slid it deep into her cunt, she screaned when he hit bottom and he started pounding her real hard and fast.The guy in her mouth started cumming, a huge load that covered her lips, chin and splattered onto her tits and eyes. Jennifer is on her back in the dirt with. The sign outside said “Tarot Readings.” As her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the interior she saw a middle-aged woman sitting at a small table. Upon the table were several candles, smokily flickering in the breeze of her entrance, and a deck of cards.“Come in child,” said the woman, “I am Madam Futura.”After the traditional exchange of money, the psychic began to deal out the Tarot cards. As the cards were revealed one by one, she began to get more and more agitated. The cards were not right,.