Marcus doesn't even ask about my husband. I am simply to be used, fucked, taken, played with and it thrills me. If I 'fuck real nice' (one of Marcus's...favorite phrases) then I am going to get a lot more cock. 'You like that kinda thing bitch?' Marcus asks. Well, you guess, you tell me! Marcus says that after the theatre he will have us all drop by our place. I know what he means. He wants the guys to see how much control he has. He wants them to see how bitch comes to cock whilst the husband. Come over here and take my belt off. I think you could use a little leather on your ass,’ he said. ‘Turn around and show Carla your ass message!’ Carla burst out laughing. ‘Oh my God, Mr. Carter, that is so outrageous. Does her husband know that’s on her ass?’ ‘I don’t know. Ask her.’ ‘Does he, Fuckmeat?’ Carla asked? I nervously shook my head no. ‘The belt, Fuckmeat,’ Derrick said sternly. Upset and agitated, l removed his belt, handed it to him, and bent over the table as he ordered. The two. ”He pushed my dress up over my ass, pulled my panties down to my thigh-highs, and put the end of his dick against my waiting hole. Then, as I asked, he pushed the head of his dick very slowly. It was softer, yet bigger than Sis’s dildo. There was no pain as it pushed open my sphincter. The condom was lubricated and studded. As the head of his dick passed through the entry I could feel it tighten on the slightly smaller shaft. I could actually feel the studs of the condom slipping along my. It will never happen again." I laughed... I had an out and I could take it either way, he looked surprised. "What?" he asked. "It will happen again," I said. “A boy your age has to masturbate or he will go crazy." He looked even more surprised. "What I mean to say is, I know you jerk off. Hell, so do I. I don't want you to think there is anything wrong with it." Robert just sat back, his face turning red. It was my turn to ask, "What?" He smiled; then he said, "You jerk off? How do you do.