Smacking me in the face. I immediately open my mouth andshe forces the cock down my throat. I begin to lick and suck it....gettingevery inch of the pl...stic cock covered in my spit. My red lipstick smearedall across the sides. Occasionally she pulls it out of my mouth and smacksme across the face. She just smiles when I look up trying to find out whatI did wrong...But she just forces it back into my mouth.Out of nowhere, she pulls me to my feet and forces me around. She pushesme down across the. .. in what follows I will satisfy this curiosity for you.Once when I was 17 I went to a Halloween house party dressed as a hooker. (yeah, yeah, been done before but it's true). I wore a short and tight low cut black spandex dress, a silicone padded bra, black patent 5" pumps, and fishnet stockings. I added a long black hair extension to my naturally hair, and did my makeup on the slutty side with false eyelashes, heavy eyeliner, and deep red glossy lipstick. Big hoop earrings and long fake. I still had a lot to do.The spark of pride hit me again as I surveyed the cluttered apartment. It was small and disorganized and crammed with unopened boxes, but it was MINE. No one could understand why I was so determined to do this by myself. Mom wanted me in one of the apartment complexes my brothers lived in, Dad wanted me to buy a house in the old neighborhood, and my brothers - with the exception of Randy - couldn't understand why I wanted to move away from home in the first place.Then. They were wrapped in the black and red funeral attire of the North Prenian peasants: cloth sandals, loose robes cinched at the knees and elbows, heads wrapped in tight turbans. They carried the body of their late Elder on a gurney made of thin, flexible bamboo sticks: it was wrapped head to foot in oiled and scented black cloth, and a peppery odour hung over the procession, overpowering the clear ocean air blowing in from the west. Bringing up the rear, a man with round hand-harp plucked sad,.