Blonde Alice told the men that her Daddy had been fucking her since her twelfth birthday. She seemed proud that her father loved her enough to fuck he.... "He makes me cum, and he taught me how to play with myself and make myself cum too!" she said. "I can even cum when you rape me!" Alice told them that her Daddy was the local Klan Dragon, and that he spent a lot of his time organizing cross burnings at the homes of niggers who were getting too uppity, the Klan eager to keep the local niggers in. She hadn't seen her in so long. Vera could still remember the feeling of those hands running through her hair and between her legs. With a slight shudder, she dismissed the very thought. They circled each other like birds of prey in the empty hotel room. Agent 5 lowered herself into a fighting stance and Xi did the same. Both were clad in cocktail dresses and heels, evidence of the gala that was going on several floors beneath their feet. "So how's Hong Kong?" Agent 5 asked, hoping to diffuse. You blew it big time. Go on, Jason. Join your cousin while you have a ride."He reached for me, but I squirmed away. "No, I mean it, Jason. We're finished. You have romance in your heart, but your instincts stink. You let Claudia's tears make me the culprit without giving me the benefit of the doubt. I don't think I like you anymore. Leave, Jason, please. Just leave."I closed the door behind him and burst into tears. Did I have a broken heart? Yep. Would it mend? Yes, probably before Jason left. Brad, a fit lawyer; Marcel, a producer in Hollywood, and Miguel, the dive assistant (I later learned Miguel had my role in the club prior, and was happy about me taking his place). I stripped my cloths off on the way to the room, went straight onto the bed, sat down and let all 3 feed me their cocks. Brad’s was about 7” veiny with a large helmet; Marcel's was about 5” uncut and really thick (more than 2” diameter); Miguel’s waxed smooth 8” caramel colored, uncut shaft, and hot pink head. They.