Dave taught me to worship his cock, and taught me how much I loved to hear a black man telling me what to do to please him -- calling me a bitch, slut... whore, cocksucker, faggot, pussy, and whatever else he wanted. He made it clear that my only purpose while in his apartment was to pleasure him, and that as long as I did that, I was a good slut. It was like finding religion.After pumping two or three loads of his creamy cum down my throat, Dave would want to fuck me -- which meant that Dave. Her face got into an ecstasy kind of look. Her eyes!, I never saw that expression in her eyes, she was in another world!She surprised me, by picking up some vegetables with her fork, bringing it to her mouth, but just before reaching her mouth she brought her other hand down, stroking her clit, and letting the fork sag a bit so that my stream splashed on the cold broccoli pieces that were initially on its way to her sensual mouth.I was a bit shocked and stopped the stream.“No, don ‘stop Hugh, I. "No!!" Her scream cut through the air when he started on the next incision.We were watching a wet dream.The knife was sharp and sliced effortlessly through her tender skin - six times. He carved three parallel lines down the centre of each cheek. It was his trademark. One of them. Each would heal into a thin red ridge. But before it healed it would hurt, and John had this down to a science.There was a point to this. The cunt was becoming an it. A thing, a piece of meat. She was screaming and. Amma oru naal en phone eduthu paarthaargal, avargal naan amma magan kamam seiyum kathaigalai padithu irunthen enbathai avargal paarthu vitargal. Aanal athai udane mudi vaikamal kama kathaiyai padika aarambithaargal.Naan athai ozhinthu irunthu paarthen, udane sendral kathaiyai padiika matargal endru avargal padithu mudikum varai paarthu kondu irunthen. Amma manathilum en meethu kama ennam ilamal irunthaal udane ennai ketu irupaargal aanal naan selum pozhuthu avargal ondrum theriyathavargal pola.