His bell end was solid, like the rest of his monster. It was deep purple, and very bulbous. I had trouble fitting the whole head of his cock in my mou...h, but I did manage. It tasted quite unclean, musky, but I didn’t mind.I moved my head slowly up and down on his cock, like I had seen on the ‘Swedish Erotica’ and ‘Rodox’ films so many times at my friends house. (My friend had a pervy dad who used to be watching porn videos all the time, and of course we had watched in his absence. At no point. Once I got him to switch back and he was in my mouth again, my arousal continued to rise as I sucked on his cock. Grabbing my head again, Quandrell chuckled, "You like to have your face fucked don’t you?" Without waiting for an answer he started working his hips. Quandrell’s firm ways and assertive posture was exciting me tremendously. I looked up at him as he continued to fuck my face and nodded. At this point, I was sure that Quandrell knew that he had me. That he could use me anyway that he. " Soon, she had me at the edge, but abruptly stopped. She stood up, and said, "Okay...I have a treat for you." I watched as she went into her closet and came out holding the white dress from the photos. "I still have it, but I think it will be a bit snug now," she said, "Let me put it on for you." She slipped the dress on, and it was snug, but looked absolutely hot on her. "Shit...I should have put a bra and slip on under it, huh?, she asked. I told her that I wanted to see her bare boobs,. I felt dirty. I felt disgusted and humiliated. My psyche was destroyed, broken down and submissive in its deep humiliation. Something in my mind was telling me that I deserved this. That this was what I was and that I had to submit to my role as a slut for men. I was a mess! My mind was a mess!Obediently and compliantly I let him lead me out of the cubicle and onto my knees in the open space next to the urinals.“Now that looks perfect. The perfect position for you. On your knees, mouth open and.