” I said. Ben closed and locked the door. He walked towards me and stopped directly in front of me. “Didn’t you hear me? I said leave.” I ...old him. I was really scared despite the fact that I was speaking firmly with him. “Tell you what, how about you stop bullshitting that you’re not a complete pussy and just shut the fuck up.” He yelled at me. Hearing him yell at me and the things he was saying just tore me up. I knew I was weak but I couldn’t help it. Fighting back tears, I spoke up. She grunted with the effort as she put all her strength into each stroke.When I first came here I would never have been able to endure it. I was in agony, after just the first stroke, but I could tolerate pain a lot more now. I managed to take the first three strokes in silence, then had to moan. After five, I was yelling. I shouted in agony at each stroke, louder and louder…..the yelling helped me take the pain, I had discovered. By the 20th stroke I was rocking and swaying unsteadily, weeping. Patty kissed his cheek and when he quit shooting off in his pants finally, said,"Sorry Timmy... go clean yourself up darling before someone wonders what happened. Maybe I will see you later..."Tim ran off to the nearest bathroom he could find and Carol said,"Patty, you should be ashamed..." I know Carol, Ill make it up to him later."Then Carol looked around for me... I was not in view... so Carol strolled into the house to find me to see if we could get out of here. She was tired of rehearsing. I looked up, at his face, just like the girls in the videos, trying to show this man I was his bitch. He pulled his cock out and had me lick and suck his balls. 'Does it taste good?' 'Yes,' I replied, getting more lost and lost in the taste and smell of this stranger. 'Let's go upstairs,' He Said, as he helped me up. I took off my trousers but left my t-shirt on. It was big, too big for my slight frame, and it looked more like a dress, just covering my arse cheeks. He pushed me firmly onto my.