The fucked mother raised her head and spoke”It’s very simple, Beti, a woman can live without food but not without a hard cock. I know you are shoc...ed to see me fuck like a whore, but I need a cock too. You have your share of cock in college, dont you?” She caught her lover’s semi-hard erection, “For the past five months Boss has kept my cunt stuffed when I need his cock! He’s what keeps me alive and happy! Oh he has eaten my cunt to orgasms! And I love it and love him very much. He gives me. This is me. This is who I am. * * * * * Being that I’ve always had low self-esteem and lacked confidence from being emotionally, physically, and sexually abused by seven men, eight men when counting my physically abusive ex-husband, I did something unusual to help me when I’m feeling blue. With me writing so very many stories for others, I wrote a story for myself. It’s a non-erotic story, a story that has no sex in it, but I find the story inspirational and a boost to my ego whenever I’m. We hit it off right away and ended up spending the rest of the evening at my house. Dennie is a very forward person and when I went to the kitchen for more drinks Dennie followed me. At that point Dennie asked me if I was a shemale. I answered that yes I am and she told me she was also. Needless to say that started a long and exploring conversation. I guess we were in the kitchen longer than we thought because when we went back to the family-room Debbie and my girlfriend were all but naked and. They were too fast. Before he could fight back, a hood was placed over his head. His clothes were removed. He expected the beating. It was brutal and painful. What he didn't expect was what happened next. One of the attackers spoke. "You will never be a real man. We don't care if you got the equipment, you ain't a man. So we decided to make sure you will never get the chance." Keith heard a knife open and one of the men grabbed his penis and scrotum and before he could react, he.