He sat stunned staring blanklyat the floor. "No… but you want them to see Me… and want to fuck Me…" Sheleft to room. "So what's in it for me? I...want something out this if I'm gonnagive you what you want." "What do you want?" Jack asked without a clue of what that might be. "I want a hundred dollars to spend… and tips… and I'm gonnafuck one of them during the second half. If you want me to act like a randytart then you gotta pay the price. And nothing for you till after the gameeither… I. I have a 5 pound weight that I hook to the parachute chain hanging on my balls causing the sharp spikes to dig into my ball sack the more I move the more they cut into my balls. I now put my head harness on with the ball gag and lock it on. I have made a hood made of spandex that I pull over my head now. It has a small hole for my nose. If stretched enough you can see through it enough to see little things. I now take my hand cuffs and put them on one wrist with the key pole pointing to my. Volunteering on a weekly basis, she was compelled to get used to the presence of young children since the abortion. Under the advice of her psychiatrist, spending time with the children would speed up the healing, emotionally and mentally. Upon reaching there, Sue equipped herself with a huge smile and bubbly personality. As usual, the children were squealing and screaming all over her. Her being there twice a week was not ever enough for the children. They miss her dearly. Every Sunday, Sue. ” She moaned into the camera reaching forward and tugging on Reginald’s belt buckle. “I need it…… I need your black cock inside me UUUUUUH GOD” and with one final tug Reginald’s 12 inch monster sprung forward from his pants, Mark and Barry continuing their barrage on her sopping, stretched pussy. Without any hesitation she cupped Reginald’s balls and slid six inches of his shaft into her mouth with a moan of pleasure.* * *Back at the house Chris was now sobbing quietly while jerking off to the.