We watch in awe at the amazing storm, our own storm only beginning to brew. I start to turn towards you and you take my hands and press me back agains... the rocks. Our wet clothes cling to our bodies and stick to each other. You press my hands up over my head and lick my collarbone. You leave kisses from my wrists along my arms. You stop and smell my hair; it smells like nicotine and rain. You groan into my ear.I lean forward and press my cold wet breasts against you, creating friction with my. Looking up at him, "Yes" I began "I love black cock and cunt" I added as he continued to slap my face. "What the fuck are you going to do about it?" I replied firmly in between slaps. I could tell Joe was really upset and knew it when he forced me back up and led me down to the basement, still by my hair. Once down there he led me to the center of the room, let go of me and went over and moved a chair over next to me. He had me sit down facing the back of the chair and I knew what was coming.. Just a pair of twins on either side of Owen’s shoulder. Wendy shrieked when the blue haired girl stuck her head around Owen. It was like Roxxi had appeared out of nowhere.“What?” Wendy shook when Owen grabbed her.“Look at you...” He said, and walked his eyes down her body. She tried to tighten her arms around her tits, but at the slightest head shake from Owen, she was holding her fists at her sides. “Yours?”“Yeah,” Zera nodded. “What are you waiting for?”He wasn’t waiting for anything Wendy. "Nuh uh. You're going to call me Daddy in here and suck my dick first," he demanded, and after a few seconds of shock, I quickly complied. His cock was a solid nine inches or so, with a thick bulbous head. I wrapped my lips around his tip first and lapped at the trickling ooze of pre-cum that was dribbling out, letting it fill my mouth before audibly swallowing. "There we go, boy," he purred, and without much more ado, he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth down onto his ready cock..