" that was the best lay I have ever had . Who knew that fucking a kid can give you so much pleaser " says David .He looks at the wall clock " oh , it'... time for dinner I'll be right back " he says . He gets up and walks out the hidden door. I feel my pounding heart slow down to its normal pace . I can feel my the combination of our juices pooling at my butt hole . It isn't the the worst feeling in the world that's for sure .The door opens to not David but two black guys . They had to be. The music swelled and the crowd went wild. Guitars wailed and the bass thundered in tune with Angelo’s drums. Gabriel strutted up and down the stage, his voice sometimes guttural and raspy, other times ringing out clear and almost operatic. He had an amazing range and unique quality that frankly had the fine hairs on Abigail’s body rising in awe. She watched, her mouth watering as he performed. His stomach would pull in, ribs work to help him expel that powerful masculine voice, so deep and. .. say so..."Grant and Guido, a combined twelve and a half feet of muscle dressed in dark shirts and dark suits, strolled up the hallway to fetch a hotel patron for Mr Watkins."Which room d'ya think she's in?" I don't know. We'll start with her room, then her daughter's, then the boy's girlfriend's, and so on." Ah, you're not any more fun than Bruno. D'ya think she's with a guy or a girl, or just doin' herself?" We'll find out when we get there."Guido shrugged and started whistling as they. " So saying, the stocky, scar-faced rebel soldier strode over to a table on the far side of the tent. From inside a 'toolbox' of sorts, he withdrew a long black shaft which was attached to a ball-gag. It was maybe 9 inches tall, with lots of ribbed bumps along the sides. Musad walked back over to Mira, whose eyes were bulging as she stared at the obscene contraption."What're…what're you going to do with that?" she whimpered.Musad grinned. "You haven't figured it out yet? Stupid bitch. You'll.