"We girls belong toa club called hookers for Hookers -- That is right, we're whores. And weget real pissed off at kinky johns who like to beat women. ...hat's right,Honey, Leola told us all about how you force her to have sex and didweird stuff to her. And she told us all about this queer mess you've gotyourself in. Imagine, a man like you, looking like this!"Still holding my chin, she ran her free hand down over my silken-coveredbreasts, then up under my nightie and between my legs. I flinched. "Ugggkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"The Boss was bouncing her up on his hard dick ramming into her each thrust making her gulp them the drop back her neck been choked. Her eyes were rolling her mouth open like an out of water fish. She could feel the Mask sticking fingers up her ass twisting and tormenting. The Boss was leaning back to see her tits bounce as he thrust over and over. He was grunting with pleasure Debbie's head swimming. Once he'd come, her weak legs around his waist would be the only thing. His skin was rough but yet smooth to her sensitive hands, she wondered if his penis was how he described one to her a month ago. He had long messy hair that ended right above his shoulders but yet kept clean. He was 'attractive' to her and it sparked her interest about sex even more to have a man so close to her. "Daddy is your penis how you described one?" she asked him. With that question his jaw slightly dropped and his cheeks turned a rosy red. She bit her bottom lip hoping she did not. "NO!" you say just as assertively, squirming forward. "I don't, I don't want it!" His hands close inexorably on your hips, pulling you back into position as he angles himself, slick with your sex. "I think you do." he says, pushing against your hole with a firm, steady pressure. "I think you want.. every... inch." "N..no." you force out as he opens you slowly... as the head of his cock disappears into your ass. "I don't..." "No?" he asks softly, feeding you another inch, ever so.