I'll make you come again with my tongue. Come on, do it, you little slut. I've just watched you writhe around on my cock, screaming your fucking head ...ff. You love being treated like a whore, so act like one." She practically gobbled my cock halfway down her neck, and I could see her eyes widen as she tasted her pussy for the first time. I pulled her head back and made her spit on my cock as I spat on her tits, and then she tilted back as I began to fuck her slippery chest. It felt almost as. I breathe in sharply as you tug and a soft moan falls from my lips.We pull in to a shack of a building I know to be the local biker bar. I’ve never had the courage to even consider visiting this place and I’m not sure I want to change that. I have a feeling I’m not going to have much of a choice.Coming around to open my door, you reach in and place a finger under my chin so that I look you in the eye for a moment before helping me out of the car. You can see my reluctance and, in return, I. Again, she opened his pants to retrieve his prick. He was also hard, but his prick was far from massive. She only bobbed once or twice on him before pulling away and letting his cum spurt onto her body.The fourth man was almost laughing, or perhaps just leering at her as she approached. She quickly opened his pants and then startled for a moment. The man’s prick was bent sideways almost in a half-circle. He obviously had peyronie's– bent penis disease, perhaps from the African practice of. .I was in the passenger seat dressed like a girl. Complete with blackshoulder length wig, make-up, clothing and high heels. I was a nervouswreck!My makeup was on rather heavy. Light, almost white base. Long false eyelashes, dark blue eye shadow, black eye liner, dark red lipstick and heavyrouge. My eyebrows were trimmed slightly, to look more girlish, andpenciled in. My dress was more like a 1950's dress. It sported a slightlyabove the knees hem with a large flouncy petticoat underneath. .