“No thanks.” He replied playfully. “I have a better idea.” He continued.He walked around to face her. He could see the need and desire burni...g like napalm skies in her eyes. “Not today slave. No cum cream pie or orgasm for a slave who doesn’t listen. Not tomorrow or the day after. Maybe when you listen better.” He assured her. He began stroking his cock feverishly. “chip up so I can inspect my canvas and keep those eyes open. I want to see your needy eyes gazing upon me slave.” He. How utterly dreadful it was!Oh God... soon those feelings would begin... And then... and then... Oh no... not in front of all of them!“Come on... faster still! Why pretend you’re not beginning to enjoy it?”Then Melissa had an idea. A sure way of speeding up the action.“I shall give the girl who comes last five strokes,” she announced.There were two strangled gasps.Then, immediately, both sets of fingers began to work with a kind of desperate speed.“That’s more like it,” smiled Melissa. Oh the. With each thrust of Jerome pelvic, I could hear my self going 'UNNNGGGH, UNNNGGGHH, UNNNGGGHHH,' as he continued to sex my helpless butt. The pain was intense and radiating from my anal cavity as each of my inner anal sphincter muscle ring relinquished and allowed his enormous penile head to enter farther and farther into my body. My thighs and legs were shaking violently from the sexual assault and now my entire body was beginning to respond like wise. I was just a mass of quivering flesh. The bathroom smelled as you would expect it too and it was poorly kept, even by run-down gas station standards. Not actually having to use the restroom I decided to check how my extensions were doing in the mirror. After a couple of seconds my solitude was broken by a tall man in a red flannel jacket, light blue jeans and a blue trucker hat. As he entered I glanced at him and our eyes met. His commanding green eyes disabled me from looking away. He casually walked by me and up to a urinal. As I.