He picked out a halter neck top, which was sky blue, and my nipples could be made out very clearly in and a short white wrap around skirt I looked aro...nd and saw no underwear and was told that I couldn’t wear any today.I put on the clothes picked for me and we went down to breakfast, Brian soon informed me that we were taking the bus into town at 9 o’clock and we should hurry. We reached the bus stop and there was about 3 other people waiting they were all Black men ages between 18 and 50. We. Greedy bastard that I am.On the verge of giving them instructions on how to treat my cock, my attention was diverted by the return of the mothers. My mum was laying spread out on the couch beside the bed while Adriana and Becky had taken up positions on either side of the bed.The two gorgeous older women were still wearing their slightly rumpled but still extremely attractive lingerie. Their bodies were stunning. I could only gaze at them one at a time since my head was constantly being turned. He reeked of booze, his eyes shot with red and his clothes disheveled. I saw he was holding a length of thick creosote coated rope in his right hand, and as if in response to me seeing it he started hitting me with it. I raised my arms against the blows, and each time the rope struck me it took a patch of skin with it. He connected a hard blow against the side of my head and I fell back, landing against the shelves that lined the wall. As I struggled to stay upright, I grabbed blindly for. His limp dick was pulled from my mouth and what I wasn’t forced to swallow, dribbled onto my lips. I could feel it sitting there, clinging to my face. He spotted it and laughed. He placed his smelly finger on my lip, wiped it up and then shoved his finger in my mouth against the inside of my cheek. “Waste not, want not you little cum rag.” He and Steven were chuckling like a couple of teenage boys over their triumph.Steven was still on the left side of the bed and I could hear something.