So many deep lines gave the eyes a depth that was nearly impossible to capture. The pencil moved with short quick strokes in a staccato beat. A deeper...character emerged from the broad expanse of the paper.Another man commented, “Damn, that picture almost makes The Beamer look handsome.”Dante smiled at the comment. The Beamer - called that because he liked Jim Beam Whiskey - was about as far from handsome as any man could be.Beamer looked up and said, “Don’t be insulting the word handsome. There. Since it was evening time, there was enough crowd in the bus. Somehow we managed to get inside to stand comfortably, but it was jam packed. I saw one of my friend inside and was chatting with him. I told him that my teacher is also in this bus only so lets talk little low, when I looked for him I found that he managed to come next to my mom from behind and stood there.Looking suspicious I continued to watch his move. My mom was holding a the upper bar with right hand and was holding a seat with. There was no wife or significant other, Nicolas was too self-absorbed too share his life with anyone. Servants were the order of the day, everyday, when it came to Nicolas’s interactions with the rest of humanity. Heidi and Isabel sat quietly on the hard wood floor, another opportunity to gain Nicolas’s favor, another opportunity to please him, today life was good. Nicolas looked down at his two pets, while not his favorites and not at the bottom of the list of servants, what these two lacked. She pulled her panties out of my mouth and yelled at me as she laughed: “Go on, my slutty Ana, beg for his black cock ….. I cannot hear you, bitch!” I moaned “yes, fuck me with all those black huge cocks” as I felt the second guy was arching his back and filling my womb with his burning black sperm… I lay there spent, with sticky cum running between my open thighs, as the last guy got behind me and slapped my ass hard, until with just one mighty thrust his cock filled my open wet pussy. I felt.