No "Master Michael", no "Michael Somethingorother". Just Michael. And a lot of people in the room seemed to know who he was. Sarah was just sitting th...re watching the conversations when a message popped up on her screen. It read "You have received a PM from Michael." Sarah didn't know what a "PM" was or who this Michael person was but she clicked on the link anyway just to find out. The screen came up with a small text box that contained a message: "I notice that you are new to this chatroom. A. I ripped her head back hard by her tangled, wet hair, and stared into her eyes as I jammed my dick into her face."That's right, gag on it, Gaaagggulic!" I yelled, pushing into her over and over, feeling her sticky, dirty saliva coating the head of my penis, my cock grazing her swollen tongue as I pumped her throat. I felt my dick hit the back of her throat, and Nicki coughed as my cock probed the soft skin. I ripped her hair down, and tilted her head up, flattening out her throat, and I pushed. I met you on the computer, yes Mama, from among the fruit picked over until only rotten ones are left, I know, I know… Yet sometimes Mama – I’m so excited, for I think I found a good one! You laugh at me! You shake your head. Just wait, you’ll see: She’ll be the one. The one for me. Was that night there something in the ether, EmmaP? We sent so many charged emails of hope, of things… of things that just might be. I’d thought of embracing you, I wanted to – to give you such a hug as you had. He had often visited the local brothel, closing his eyes and crying out his sister's name as he came in the various prostitutes’ twats. Tonight, he decided he would no longer would wait nor have to imagine. "no darlin…" he ordered when she tried to sit up and grabbed at his thickened cock as he had taught her. "not tonight, my little love." He pressed her to lie back down, his eyes on his pretty sister's face as he moved his erection to settle between the sodden lips that he had been sucking on.