What's your name, k**?" Ed." My voice was shaking a little."Well, Ed. You best just keep on fucking and beating them. Don't let their crying get to yo.... They're all useless anyway in every other place. How many have you done?" Two. A nigger and the cripple."The barman winked at me. "Gourmet, huh?"I smiled and finished my water, then went back to the main hall.From behind the "Mentally Disabled" door, I could hear loud distorted screaming.I decided to take it easy for my third fuck and went into. I was soon on my hands and feet sucking a cock whilst I felt another one being pushed into my arse. I gasped as I was shagged hard whilst sucking the other cock. "Hmmm, what a bitch you've found," I heard. And then I heard him grunt and he emptied his balls up me - I could feel his hot liquid inside me - but as I was gagging on a cock in my mouth, there wasn't anything I could do. "Keep sucking me boy," and I did, focusing my efforts on the head and slit. A hand came round my side and started. I rubbed down harder and increased my speed completely submissive to him now. ‘Don’t stop,’ Drake said his voice almost begging. The door opened and Mr Wilkinson entered going straight over to his desk without looking at us. ‘You can go so scat,’ he flicked his hand in our general direction. I yanked my hand free of Drake’s trousers and Drake leisurely pulled his hand out my knickers. He sat me on the table and stood up picking up his bag. He took my slender arm in his large hand and wrote. I knew that the faint traces that remained of my Irish accent grew stronger the longer I talked.I was born the eighth and final child to my parents, Michael and Mary O'Brien. Five brothers and two sisters all towered above me in my childhood. My father owned and operated the local combination inn and tavern, with of course, the assistance, advice and direction of my mother. Along with my siblings, I worked there from the time I was old enough to help. I started mopping the flagstone floor,.