But I need...I need a bigger cock. Please don't be hurt. I don't want to hurt your feelings. I don't. But...I just like, you know? Bigger cocks. Say y...u understand. Okay?"I totally understood, of course. I'd never labored under any delusion that I was carrying around a big dick. In middle school I'd come to quickly realize that I had not been given anything close to the sort of cocks I saw in the showers, or later at night at home watching porn; and so, when Tara had said what she had said. Then they rubbed the cum from my breasts and neck up and down on my throat, forcing me to swallow. Once I swallowed they stood up and began beating my face with their dick again, slapping me with it like a rubber stick, leaving welts all over my face. I laid on the bed covered in cum shaking, crying, whimpering. " pleasssee stopppppppp......pleeeeeease......" " Oh, but that was just the first scene, we've barely started." That's when I recognized the voice. It was the man from the bar, which. Anthony, what would you like ... a scotch on the rocks. After putting away 3 drinks, and feeling relaxed, Paul started talking about his life, some bad relationships, including his failed marriage. He said he gave up on women ... all they know how to do is drain you emotionally. "Now," he said, "when I need some "relief", I pay for the attention." I found myself agreeing with him about bad relationships, and laughed about paying for it. Paul laughed, and said, "Now don't take this wrong, but I. She was soaking wet. She was drying her wet and long hair with a towel while walking towards the door. And when she was opening the door, I saw something. I saw her tits.To open the door in a hurry, she stepped out of the bathroom and was wearing only a kurta, nothing inside and nothing down below. Fuck! The nipples. They were dying to be sucked. I could see the nipples because they were still wet by the water, and the kurta was soaking the water from them.So naturally, they were visible. But.