I tightend my grip around Mandy, and pulling back, rammed it to her---all 8” “Oh ya===oh ya Matthew, like that” almost screaming. I continued...to thrash her pussy, now dripping all over my hairy cock and balls. The sweat begin pouring from my pits, and chest, now soaking my pubes and balls. The mixture of my funk and Mandy's pussy juice baking under the heat was about to put me over the edge. It only took a few more thrust into her tite wet snatch before the abs started to tighten. “Oh. I try to smile at him."Thanks" I whisper.He moves behind me. I can no longer see him. He waits for my signal. He will not start until I ask him to. The cruelty of this is incredible. For every phase of my torture, for every area of my body that is to be whipped, I must ask for it; to make me a willing accomplice, no, an instigator, of the torture that will fall upon me. I can barely speak, but I must; otherwise I may hang here until the morning. I gather whatever willpower I can muster."Please. I struggled to get away but he held me by my shoulders. "Answer my damned question!" he yelled. I was freaking out, if i said yes, he would probably beat me up, but if i said no he'd probably go and do it anyway, so i decided to be honest. "Y-yes.." i whispered, and looked down, I couldn't help but take a glance at his chest before i did. "Well well well, i always thought you were a fucking fag. what kind of guy sits and reads all day? So, you want to suck my cock? Get to it you fucking faggot. Pressing the door open swiftly, she darted inside and pushed it shut again, twisting the knob so the latch wouldn't be noisy when it caught. The clock on the stove told the full story. It was just before six o'clock, and golden light from that day's sunrise was just beginning to leak through the windows, bathing the room in the beginnings of a warm morning glow.Trina's hand still rubbed at her crotch, and she was wet, and ready, and almost as horny as before she had felt him beside her hours.