But even as she tried to comprehend what she had seen she was fingering herself. She looked again and then snuck downstairs. She lay on her bed furiou...ly rubbing her now soaked pussy. “Oh fuck” she muttered as she came. She lay there and then it struck her. BBC. Big Black Cock. My God her mother was being fucked by a BBC while her father watched and then participated. She got herself off again as the images of her parents and Walter spun around her brain. Finally she fell asleep wondering how. Now I was scared having no idea what his reaction would be when he felt a cock instead of a wet pussy. Jane came to the rescue.“Baby, she has the same equipment between her legs that you have.” Jane purred.“Oh! I doubt a white faggot boy has a cock as big as my ten inch cock.” He replied. “Really, show it to me sweetheart,” I blurted out.Jane stopped the transactions at that point. She told the guy to expose his ten inches first that she want to make sure he was not a cop and of course asked. Amit: "You are a person of such integrity and beauty Rekha that it confuses me when you say that you want to become a whore. Why do you want to become a whore?"Rekha: "Thanks for all the compliments Amit. I know that I am beautiful. Are the classy whores not beautiful?”Amit could clearly see that she had the attitude to carry the role through.Amit: "They do have the appeal, charm and looks that you possess. You would fit perfectly. It still makes me wonder though - why do you want to become a. Anders looked somehow better, despite being out for the count – less pale, less sweaty, but with a significant goose egg on one temple to explain why he hadn’t awoken yet. Conrad was coaxing a healing potion down his throat while Rolan hovered over both mages anxiously.“Conrad? We could use your help.” I pointed to where Utha knelt, having just polished off her own vial of red fluid. The ghoul was busy removing her heavy armour, I assumed so she could get at the gut wound that had bled so.