He was pulling my hair back, telling me how much of a little American slut I was. He pushed me down, telling me how I was going to be his little white...whore. He pounded me so hard, I was really starting to hurt. Finally he pushed in and cried out as he came deep inside me. Carlos was waiting with a drink and some towels as the last guy pulled out of me. I was exhausted, and he told me I could go ahead and go home for the day if I wanted to. So I did, and as soon as I got home I fell right. She couldn't keep jolting around like mad forever, so she did slow down, but still gave me the challenge to keep going. I had my tongue flinging around a bit and seemingly hitting all the right notes too. It was as if I found a way to play a kick-ass solo on an electric guitar, only it just didn't end.Whether it went for ten seconds or twenty minutes, I was enjoying myself more than ever. I glared at Christina by then because she made it as clear as day that seeing me give her the thrills than. ” My mind was swirling was Bess now contemplating screwing the dog too. “I dare you,” I said. “Oh my god, you want to see screw the dog,” she cried. “Not before blowing him first,” I replied. Figured at this point what have I got to lose. She said, “What if he hurts me, what if I try to run, I don’t think I could just lay there I would be to scared to stay.” I replied, “Well if you blow him first you can see how aggressive he is, without being in a precarious position.” “OK,” she said. . “Have a seat,” he said. “Do you know what happened?”“No,” I admitted.“I bought you.”“What?”“I bought you.”“I don’t understand.”“You are slow I see. I paid thirty-five bucks for you. You’re all mine.”“Huh?”“Damn, stupid! You’re my bitch now. I paid good money and you gotta earn it back for me.”“How will I do that.”“First, you gotta suck my dick. Let’s go to the cell.”We made it to his cell. I nursed his nine inch cock. It was juicy and thick. He kept smacking my booty until he made me bend over..