You smile a dirty smile and wrap your lips around his manhood and take it down to its root, holding it at the back of your throat. Your eyes water and...your lungs burn as you keep his cock deep in your throat, your tongue lapping at his balls. You feel around and under his balls and slid one finger into his ass. He shakes and sprays a huge load of cum down your throat as you swallow it all like the cum-hungry slut you are. You love the feeling of being the center of all this lust, of all this. In the hot summers she wears transparent nighty in her home and whenever I go her home I like to see on her every time. I have a habit walking close whenever I am with her, so that I can touch her boobs. I am always alert to keep looking down her neckline so as to get a glimpse of the apples of every man’s eyes. Sarika always wears a red bra as she likes red color very much, it looks got on her tanned complexion. Once in my summer i used to go to her house, well it was June & she come out of. Mylene was there, tied kneeling by the side of Basher's bed; naked from the waist up, mouth wrenched wide by a Hodgkinson gag. Ropes tied around the base of her tits had forced them into the shape of distended globes; the nipples bruised and reddened. On Basher's bedside table were the implements responsible for the tortured look of her tits, clamps, pinchers and a pair of pin wheels. Basher wheeled across to beside Mylene. She squealed at his approach. He responded by widening her gag another. ?I am ready to accept that fate,? she said, ?I am not afraid of these men or death. In a sense I am more of a man than you are, Pussy.? She laugued. I knew she wasn?t bluffing and that there was no way to change her mind. Despite trying to muster up all my courage to defy her I couldn?t do it. My fear of getting killed by these men was too great. Perhaps Janet was right, I was a pussy after all. Sensing my fear and shame, Janet said, ?You will act like you enjoy getting fucked by all.