Aur jab vo chalti thi to dil karta tha k saali ki gaand mein loda daal du aur saari umar na nikalu.kher hum roj jaate ek hi bus me,thoda dekh dikhav h...ta akh mataka hota aur ek din maine dekha k ek ladka uske pichheBus me khada uske gaand pe apna lund ragad raha hai aur ek haath se uske mome daba raha hai aur vo masti me ankhe band karke maze le rahii hai,pehle to mujhe thoda gussa aaya fir socha k chalo k humne kaun sa iske saath saadi karni hai kher sayad us ladke ka pent me hi nikal gaya aur. Is this real? It's as close as I can get, and I am thankful for it.Somewhere in the blackness I see, there are memory clips, moments out of time, my moments of anguish. I see a pickup truck pulling out of a driveway, boxes stacked in any empty house, a house that had been a home but is no longer. The home that was is in the boxes. My mother is crying, the sound of her quiet sobbing forms the soundtrack of my life.I will not cry, for my Master is near. My Master will come for me. I hear. For now, all I need is a look at your beautiful tits." He gawked at my tits from no more than six inches away. "Wow, baby. These look good enough to eat," he said and gave a nipple a pull with his puckered lips.I felt overwhelmed as I went to the next man and another guy from across the table yelled, "How was it, Johnny? Taste as good as it looked?" It was fantastic," Johnny answered just as I bent over the second man. I seemed to be acting nonchalant in a zombie sort of way, but was starting. ”He held her tiny, soft waist tightly with his big construction worker hands and started drilling his cock into her fast. The blanket fell to her waist.She stopped making jokes. Instead, her mouth was agape, her eyes wide, her voice stuck at her throat, as he drove into her again and again rapidly. A low groan from her escalated into another cry.He wrapped one arm around her and leaned forward, dipping his other hand between her legs and stimulating her.With clanging, thunderous music playing.