Suddenly, as she bit into the thickest part of my shaft I felt pin pricks all through me. What was that? Before I could form another thought the nee...les turned to searing pain that went straight through to my ass. I pulled Samantha away trying to see what was going on. She held on firmly and wouldn't stop working my cock. The pain subsided as her hot mouth bathed my cock and she swallowed me back down into her gullet. I urged her to go easy and she did. She held me deep in her mouth,. I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, sneakers and a tank top, wandering along a back road, when an older Lincoln came along. I put out my thumb and the car came to a stop just beyond me. I opened the door and behind the wheel was an older Black man, well dressed with grey hair. He was smiling, but his smile quickly faded as I jumped in. He introduced himself as Carl. As we drove, he said that at first he thought I was a girl, and he was hoping for some action. We laughed about it, and he. I slowly entered her noticing that she was sopping wet.” Jenna spoke, “And then what happened?” I smiled, “I pounded her for a good while until we both laid on the floor trying to catch our breath.” Jenna spoke, “Is this the only time you’ve tied up Jeanette?” I shrugged, “Not really. Jeanette likes being tied up. Sometimes Jeanette is taped up like what I described. Sometimes she’s handing underneath the stairs. Sometimes she’s tied on her back to the bed. Hell sometimes Amanda is tied up. I refused to pay for her d**gs. So she started going over the the bikers that got he hooked and would fuck enough of them to get what she needed. Later she realized that wasn't the best way to do it. So she took to the street. She was able to make a go of it, for a couple reasons. First the bikers ran crime in our town, so she as long as she was buying her d**gs from them, no pimp could get away with giving her a hard time. She was protected. Her best friend was the daughter of a whore.