....................................... I sat just inches away from the couple fucking on the bed. I studied her face as she was being ...ucked from behind. Her eyes half closed and at times rolled back in total enjoyment. From time to time our eyes would meet and we would hold each other's stare, until she would break off as result of the pounding her pussy was getting. She'd bite her lower lip in ecstasy. Even though my cock throbbed, I didnt want to. He scooted closer. Eight inches. Six. Four. Three. I could feel his breath. It was taking everything in me just to restrain myself. I would have tackled him right then and there. My fingers began to make small grasps at the short fibers of the carpet. I was looking for something to hold me back. One. I could tell he knew this was absolutely torturing me. Our noses were side by side, his brow was on my mine. The only feature of our faces that wasn’t touching was our lips. I imagined what kissing. " She held out my mobile phone offering it to me.I could see there was a photo on the screen but I couldn't make out whatit was. Tentatively I took the phone and looked at it. The phone was of melying on this very bed, naked, and kissing another man. It took me asecond to realise it but it was really a picture of me being kissed by theother man whilst I was asleep. It looked like I was awake though. Thenextpicture was of myself laying down with the man squatting over me with hiscock in my. “Christian,” the man said.Roland noticed suddenly more about the man. He was white, skinny, maybe 150 pounds. He had shaggy light brown hair, a good several days of facial hair on his face. He was wearing basketball shorts, flip flops and a dark green graphic tee, “Old Navy” printed on the front in faded white letters.“Christian, I find it interesting that not only do you sell drugs, but that you help in the exploitation of young girls.”“Hey man, I just put in a word for Big G, I don’t run the.