"Is this the spot you like?" I teased her. She didn't answer. "Well, is it?" I asked again, tapping her hard little clit."Oh, yes." Will you come for ...e, baby? I want to watch you come." Oh God. Yeah, I'll come. Just keep your finger there." Poor baby. So close already."I continued playing with her clit, gently circling the nub with my fingertip, then retreating to gather the juice which was steadily leaking from her wet pussy. When she started to moan and hump her hips against the air, I knew. I told 'em a little honey and maybe a sip of some smooth Kentucky bourbon and I'll be singing my cotton-pickin' heart out like always."I had to admit her voice seemed in good shape, with perhaps just a hint of a rasp. But I had come all the way down, so I asked her to sing a bit for me. She launched into an up-tempo number sounding like a bullfrog on helium. It was painful just to listen.I stopped her and had her get on the examining table. I started running through some basic stuff.The truth. Then there was a group of people about 10 of them 3 girls 7 boys that disliked me and they told me to take everything off. So I did and they started to grope me the girls would kiss me, so I thought they liked me all of a sudden. I went with it, then 4 guys grabbed me and carried me into a big van while everyone in the group followed and crammed into it, then the van took off. All of the guys took turns using me and filling me with there loads. And they did whatever one of the girls said her. She never truly understood his hatred for her but then again there were many things she didn’t understand. Why her chest protruded in such a way, why her shiny ebony hair was allowed to grow so long, to her waist infact, when everyone around her was shaven and so thickset when her own waist was so tiny yet melting into a beautifully rounded set of hips but everyone around her was so straight to her curvaceous ness and so totally flat above the waist which led her to another point, the bulges.