And he was OK with my 'gay' friends ... friends of my sister really. Caring about someone was HARD! And I was tired of that shit! But he hung around a...d around, even turning down some serious offers from a few of my girl friends! Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Then he accidentally sent me some of his writing ... it was about hot blondes and BBC ... it was very erotic but crude and hard. It made me want to eat one of those BBC. It pissed me off ... but it also gave me a clue that. "You son of a bitch." I furiously scream with fire shooting from myeyes. Using the most hateful, condescending, harmful words I canimagine I attempt to cut him down. I'm flailing my arms and droppingthese verbal bombs at him. Halfway through my tirade I see that whilesome of the crowd has changed their conversations and are suddenlyspeaking to each other in a language I don't understand. I stop, too,to catch my breath. Sigh. Why did I have to work in this gringo bar?No one speaks. His fingers moved over my pussy lips and I felt a rush of my juices as he lightly brushed across my slit.“Ohhh...” I moaned softly.“Whose pussy is this?” he said as he fingered my lips and rubbed his middle finger over my throbbing clit.“Your pussy, Master” I moaned as my heart leaped in my chest.“That’s right slut. I own that pussy now. I own all of you – your pussy, your ass, your mouth. You are my cum slut and mine alone, understand? I am Master and you obey only me.“Your only responsibility. I really didn’t care for his concerns, I was hungry for his sperm and was going to get it. Most of my efforts I had to do only with my tongue around his head, because my mouth was totally stuffed up.He started to cum and I thought I was going to drawn, couldn’t swallow fast enough. At the same time I came into his mouth and he also took the charge completely.According my previous experiences, I knew that I had to give him a break for recovery. But at that age, patience wasn’t very strong. As.