I’m vaguely aware of hearing more laughter as you humiliate me with every thrust, showing your black superiority by fucking a white slut. You turn y...urself and me on even more as you go into high voltage verbal mode, calling me slut, whore, bitch, sissy, pansy, fairy, faggot, slave, cunt, each word timed for each thrust. You swap positions several times as you fuck me for what seems like an age, one using my arse as the other uses my mouth as his own personal fuck slot. I’m helpless, pinned. The last thing to add to her outfit was her golden plated earrings. Daddy had bought them for her in Prague on there weeding night when she was fourteen. They looped around her ear lobe rather largely, and jangled with a chime when she moved. She hoped up and down on her feet, twirling and dancing as she looked at her self in the mirror. She was such a good little girl but every once in a while good turns to bad. Moments later daddy turned the latch in the door handle and poked his face around. Time to remedy that. I thought no one could possibly see me. Boy, was I ever WRONG!...So I laid back and started stroking my dick in the warm sun rise. With a little of the hotel rooms body lotion to lube my dick, I would tighten and loosen my grip to increase my pleasure. I began to imagine all the naked bodies I was going to see tonight, and increase the speed of my hand. As my fingers slide up my shaft over the head and back down if could feel my orgasm building. I slide my free hand down. She chattered on about how much she was enjoying her classes and the California weather, how much she liked living in the dorms, about her job at the campus bookstore, which would help supplement her living expenses. And then towards the end she told us that she'd met a boy and had been dating him fairly frequently. His name was Darren Maxwell.Darren Maxwell. I'd never heard that name before in my life, before or after recycling. But for some reason that name gave me a twinge of fear. I.