He forces himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. His hands are on the back of my head. I do not think I can take it. I feel my gag reflex subtl... alarm my throat. I try my hardest not to gag. Master does not like it when I gag."You like that cock," he asks while pinching my nose shut?I gag. Master keeps his dick in my mouth. He looks me in the eyes and smiles. Violently now, I gag again. My eyes tears up. Master laughs and he slides his meat out of my mouth. I breathe. I try to speak;. He pulled me closer and settled me in his lap against his chest. I clung to him and moaned as his hand rested on my side then he massaged my stomach at the base of my ribs for a moment (((I'm very sensitive there))). His hand moved slowly upwards and cupped my breast. He rubbed my nipple with his thumb making it harden and rise. I moaned again and couldn't help but move against his pelvis. He groaned as my hip connected and slid along his penis. His hips thrust gently against my movement. I. My husband is up for a promotion.”She let the baby suckle on one nipple and then changed her over to the other one.Mrs. Smith noticed my look, giggled, and then said, “I have to even them out. I wouldn’t want one of my breasts to look larger now would I?”When she was finished she stood up and handed the baby to my sister.She then turned to me and said, “Would you like a taste? Then you could see how warm the milk in the bottle should be.”My mouth was open and before I knew it she had pulled my. There wasn't a traceof racism in Jake's mind when he thought of them all as animals-he knew ithad nothing to do with their being black or Hispanic or Asian or white. Hell,the white guys were the worst. It had something to do with their pasts, theirupbringing... the horrible state of the world. Something had turned these meninto ferocious, completely amoral creatures driven by nothing by cruelty andviolence, and to Jake, race hardly seemed like a powerful enough factor.Something mysterious was.