This went on for nearly fifteen minutes. Neither guy seemed interested in a “proper” blowjob-- they didn’t want tongue, or technique at all. The... just wanted to enjoy her tight throat. Tina let them, obviously, and soon feel into a comfortable rhythm. Inevitably, the girl couldn’t help but grow excited as she was man-handled by the two men. She’d never been so carelessly forced like this to deepthroat—she thought they’d been a bit rough with her on Thursday, but that was nothing compared to. So time after time Bobby and I talked about it, but the days slipped by with no resolution. Each week my activity at Bobby’s slowed. I was gaining weight rapidly. My BOBBY’S tattoo seemed to grow every day. My breasts were enormous. Everything I did became more difficult. Sitting, standing, getting up and down, walking—everything was more challenging; except activities in bed. I was faced with a big conflict and it grew every day. I looked at my body and felt very undesirable and yet I was. She turned around and out of queer curiosity, reached down between his legs to get a proper feel of what it was. She gasped when her hand got a good grasp of it; the look on her face elicited a grin on the black man’s face.He leaned towards her ear and shouted well enough for her to hear him out of the loud music that was playing: “Would you like to get a piece of that meat?”She pulled away from him – she was both shocked, at the same time thrilled by his words, and she felt a burning sensation. Don't worry, i won't tell you every detail of my visit, i know what you guys wantI know what all guys wantAnd girlsIt was dinner when i saw something was off with ZacWe were all there, talking about collage and old memories when Angie said she has to make a call and got out of the roomAbout 3 minutes later Zac got up to go to the bathroom, but there was something in his eyesHe seemed tired, or... what's the word...Defeated! He was walking out slowly He seem to look at our faces to see our.