But she already had…. And she hated herself for that. She had scared him once already, let him see the one mark she had made, the first mark she had...made in months. A mark she made because those feelings she tries to hide so deep came clawing back to the surface. Feelings she thought she had locked away for good. But feelings of being nothing, of being worthless, of feeling like trash are hard to lock away when it turns out they have a spark of truth in them. The mark that was mad, the mark he. I went from euphoric warmth to chilling fear in a heartbeat as a large, sweaty hand clamped itself over my mouth. Another hand came into view holding a small, but very threatening knife. It also held the long neck of bourbon bottle, the fumes wafting into my nose.I tried to struggle but my assailant was too strong and I froze in terror as he wispered in my ear that if I screamed for help then he would use the knife. He turned me around and gripped my throat in a vice like grip, it was indeed. I let his cock enter my warm mouth. I let it rest on my tongue. He started a pumping motion as he fucked my mouth. My hand in snyc as he pumped his cock into me. My hand left his balls and grabbed his hips. His cock so warm and filling my mouth. There we were for 10 minutes, then 20 minutes of me sucking his cock. I was ready for a very hot load of his cum. As he pumped his cock into my mouth, I opened it wider. I felt his cockhead at my throat. It was now time to let his cock into my throat.. They took turn using my mouth at first it was just their fat mushroom heads, but slowly and steadily they were feeding me more and more each time. I gagged and they’d pull back but more and more entered each time, their eyes were on me gauging me they could tell by my eagerness I was loving it. Secretly I never wanted to stop but they had other Idea’s, Dave moved to the new leather chair while Mike led me over to him “suck him some more Meg and open those legs up I’m going to fuck the shit out.