‘You bitches always putting on some soap ahprah shit den turnin da volume up so loud I can’t even sleep thru da borin shit.’ It had been one mon...h and six days since DeMarcus had regained consciousness in the hospital. Once the doctors were sure that there were no infections, he had surgery performed to suture the skin over the wounds in his shoulders and hips. DeMarcus didn’t consider it surgery since they had refused to give him any anesthesia and he had to endure every puncture of the. I began putting on a pair of suspender tights with holes at both the crotch area and at the back. Then I proceeded by putting on a frilly black bra and my prettiest long brown haired wig which reached down passed my shoulders with curls at the end.I stood up and steadily walked through a separate door in my room. Through the door was the inside of my vending machine that I used every morning and evening to make a living. The inside of the machine was pitch-black upon entering with soft red. And he treated me just like I wanted him to. He is very graceful and wasn't the least bit afraid to get close when the occasion called for it." she said coyly. "But I feel the same way you do. I wish my date to the dance had been with you and we could have held each other that close." She got up, turned the music on at the stereo and motioned for him to stand up. "In fact, let's have a second dance right here and you can be my date for the rest of the evening right here in the living. .. looking at my cock entering him.... completely like a child, helpless and overwhelmed... this was the horniest experience of his life. I knew he'd be ashamed afterwards, but he'd get over it. His ass felt great around my cock... very warm and tight... massaging my cock as I pushed further and further... now half way up my 8 inches. I had him moaning with pleasure... telling me he needed me... that this is what he always wanted... that he'd do anything for me... that he'll come back for.