Choking me, causing me to gag. I can swallow Jacks's cock without effort, but Tom's cock is just that much thicker and longer and filled my throat to ...nbreathable proportions.Tom pulled back to give me time to take a breath of air before he plunged his fat cock back down my throat. Tom pulled on my hair as he began to move my face back and forth on his cock. Tom was in control, and he knew it. He knows I will willingly submit to him, and he can do what he likes with me. I have given my body. " Unnatural, aren't they?" Nicole says with a grin. "They go walking after breakfast, up and down the neighborhood." Good for them. I'd do more of that walking and running business myself back home, if it wasn't for our local grannies running over everything that is not painted Day-Glo orange. People get run over riding bikes all the time, and they have reflectors and flashing lights on their helmets and everything." Yeah, that's why I do my running indoors," Nicole replies.She opens a cupboard. " "Could you tell me about the artist?" Leslie asked, trying toestablish a semblance of normalcy in this transaction. Rebecca's grin dissolved. "It's a sad story. The artist was a troubledyoung woman. My parents knew her, and told me the woman on the table resembledher, kind of a self-portrait." Leslie looked back at the victim's image. She was young, maybe 17, withshort hair, a moderately cute face and small perky breasts. The thought ofthis girl drawing herself into such a vulnerable. Gives me something to look at while I'm doingdoggy. What's with those letters, M and S?"He's way too far removed from the street life to know anything about theMara, but I don't want to scare him off. "Oh, nothing really. It's justsome initials." Like some boyfriend?" Something like that. Something I'd like to forget." "Here's something to help you forget old MS." He spanks my butt andjams himself deep. I gasp and moan a little, and then wriggle my ass against him. "I likethat. I'm really.