Mr. Walker’s dick starting to enter. Again it hurt like hell went the head pierced my opening. And like before Mr. Walker started by taking his time...enter my ass. Then I heard him say “YEAH, BITCH, THIS IS MY MAN PUSSY!”, then he started to increase the pace of his stroke. I continued to suck and lick Mr. Holmes dick with Mr. Walker filling my ass. GOD IT FELT SO GOOD but again I started to question myself. Why Am I liking the feeling of being treated like a cheap whore with two black men, I. After a while, I turned so they got a good look at my cleavage and then I asked the bartender to keep an eye on my drink while I went to the bathroom.As I walked by the pool tables I gave my hips a bit of extra swing and one of the guys actually whistled. I turned and winked my eye at them.By the time I walked back to the bar Todd was waiting for me. Most of his friends had left and the bar was quieting down.When I reached him he said, “what about you and I having a drink together somewhere. My large diamond netted stocking, gave me that slutiness, that appealed to both men and women, but most importantly, my age and demeanour, was my biggest asset, how could he not want to.I knocked his door and listened, my face in front of his spy-hole, he needed to see my youthful femininity, and want to admit me, and if he did, then he was in the mood.I could hear him cough as he shuffled to the door, then silence, as he peered through the glass peep hole, I standing back knowing he would be. He cried for Eddie and Charlie and Lupe and Chey and Najun and Pedro. They were family – his family in the Cholos – and he'd killed them. He hadn't hesitated. They were his own, members of his family, and he'd shown no mercy. He'd just cut them down where they stood. Sure, they were trying to kill him but he hadn't even considered trying to save them. He could feel the remorse now. He could let it rip through him and tear him apart.When the grief had begun to take its course, though, his mind.