How far were these women going to go. I could only imagine.The next morning, Jane entered my room with my daily meal. ?Please stop this Jane, I?m so...ry for hurting you. My dick is killing me; you have to do something.? I cried out, tears running down my cheeks. Jane took the plate of food and threw it on the floor. I could see the blood rise into her face. She walked over to me and backhanded me across the face sending me to the floor. I was too weak to fight back and she knew it. She. “Kiss me.” I did what she asked and kissed her. Her cum swirling around in our mouths as we shared her orgasm. I noticed tears streaming down her face when we broke the kiss, little strands of cum like molten sugar still hanging between our lips. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked afraid of her answer. “No,” she smiled. No-one has ever let me have an orgasm.” The men I had been with in the past usually just fucked me roughly and then left. Without me really enjoying the process. That was. When she told them that the father of the baby was a white married man her father began yelling at her telling her she shouldn't have taken the job as a stripper and shouldn't be dating married men, especially white men.After the argument with her parents she said she was going to move out on her own. The sperm donor was a salesman from Pennsylvania and stopped in the lounge when he was in town. I told Sherry to let me know the next time he was in the bar and I would have a talk with him. She. ‘Turn round and lean against the window,’ I croaked undoing my belt and zip and losing my trousers. ‘Mmmm it did the trick then,’ she said, running her hand over my erection inside the silk boxers she’d had made for me in Hong Kong. ‘It?’ I asked, slipping my shirt off as Kelly pushed the boxers down. ‘My thong?’ She smiled stroking my cock. ‘Of course, but then so did this,’ I said grabbing her bum and twisting her round. She put her hands out and supported herself against the window. Her.