?Leave the lights off bitch and keep your ass up in the air until I get there?, he said sternly and then he hung up.I was at a peak of excitement, one...that I had heretofore not felt, my heart was racing and my mouth was dry. I really wanted this to happen now and was glad I had made it this far. There was no turning back. I pictured myself begging for cock, licking ass and fucking like a little whore. I wanted to masturbate, but knew if I would, I would probably just check out after, and go. I surprised myself by spreading my legs and raising my ass as high as I could. I simply ordered him to "Now fuck me! Own me! Make me your bitch!!" And then the real prostate massage began.He lifted my hips with both hands and plowed it until I felt like rag doll impaled on a baseball bat. He lifted one leg and side-straddled me, ramming that incredible piece of meat in and out in piston movements. I never expressed pain, I only begged for more...deeper...harder...the pussy slut was "on." I had. Mel watched in completely awe as this black girl was taking a black man and three white men all at once. Her holes filled beyond capacity and she took all she was given with a squeal and glee. They each took turns. In her ass. Her cunt. Her mouth. Meat passing freely from hole to hole. As soon as one pulled out Tasha would whimper to be filled thanked them every time it was plugged anew. Richard came after maybe half an hour soon after followed by Ron. Ironically the first two to enjoy Tasha. If he made any move that way, I would have to get... Oh shit, where is my .45? last I saw Suzy had it. The Winchester was on the living room table. I was unarmed. This was not good.With probably the most menacing smile and venom dripping from his voice, “Yo, buddy. Remember me? I’ll bet you didn’t think you’d ever see me again, did you?”I opened the door wider but stayed inside. This limited any incoming fire to my front. Shadow, by my side, growled. “Be cool, boy,” I whispered.“Good morning,.