Melissa was multi-orgasmic and would whimper like a cat when in the throes of orgasms.“Hey Mon, like what you see and hear, white missy getting fuck...d good by big Jamaican cock?” he asked.I opened my mouth to speak, but a big black cock was quickly inserted. Gagging and choking, I could not speak.“Relax Mon, I’m going to hold your head and fuck your face good Mon,” he said.He rammed his cock down my mouth reaching the entrance to my throat. Another, thrust and he entered my throat. I was. Kristy was two grades below them; Aaron only had a few conversations with her. She was on the cheerleading squad so he saw her during his football games, and his girlfriend at the time was the cheer captain and always said that she was a really nice and fun girl. Aaron remembered thinking that Kristy was extremely hot, he never acted on it or anything because he was always faithful to his girlfriend at the time, but it was still weird to think that this girl that he was previously attracted to. He’d have to judge how much she was suffering by how hard she would fight and scream once it was inside her.That might be fun – imagining the metal object tucked in nice and tight against her pussy, stretching it, the little teeth tearing at the entrance to her uterus as he beat her with the whip. He’d make her crack, one way or the other. Maybe the cat-o’-nine-tails first. If that didn’t work, he’d go with the bull whip. The bull whip would definitely break her, just like it had the last. As the citizens edged back, Em left it to the other cops to handle crowd control as she turned to the corrupted evidence. She peeled her jacket off and tossed it over the torn bag and then donned gloves to pick up the bills lying on the ground. She figured grasping for those fluttering in the wind wouldn’t accomplish much and would make terrific fodder for those anxious to humiliate the police. They would drift back to earth eventually. If they lost a few, it was beyond their ability to.