I feel tears in my eyes from the gagging and the slapping.‘Damn, you a little crybaby too aren’t you? You ready to try again fagboy?’I nod my he...d yes and feel his slap again.‘When I ask you a question faggot, I expect an answer.’‘Yes Sir please let me suck your cock again, please.’ He pulls me back onto his cock and against my throat. I try hard not to gag as he holds me there. Finally he lets me up. I try to catch my breath, can feel slobber on my chin.‘You will learn to take it all and. She is very sensitive as she was not being fucked properly for a long time. I untied her and started to fuck her in missionary position.After few minutes I also reached my climax. She bent down facing me with her mouth wide open, prompting me to cum in her mouth. I pushed my penis into her mouth and she started to give an awesome blowjob. I cummed inside her mouth and all over her face. We went inside the bathroom had a good shower together where I again fucked her for the second time. We were. “Maybe you should try topping for a little while. You might find you like it.” She licks her lips.“Topping ... Okay.”Avery’s laugh lilts out. “You’re going to have to be more forceful than that.”Despite the mockery, she listens. Avery brings her to see a few pink banded people. The first, an older woman, soft and beautiful. She doesn’t feel the connection, so they move on. The next is a beautiful boy. She’s awkward, but he is willing. She guides him to please her with words. At Avery’s guidance. He didn’t mind, and in fact he preferred it that way. He had his art, and that was enough for him. He became adept at ignoring the utter loneliness he felt inside. He never complained, and he convinced himself that he was content with his life.He was astonished one morning when the pretty girl that he admired so much stopped by his easel and studied his half-completed seascape. Immersed as he was in his work, she startled him when she spoke: “That’s a beautiful painting, sir,” she stated.