He works his way down my back; as he reaches my waist, I swear to myself, for the hundredth time, that I will never again come back here. But I know t...at I will.He stops after whipping my waist. I continue to cry, for a long time. He gives me sugared water. I hadn't even realized he had left. I drink the water greedily. Screaming and crying is thirsty work. He moves again behind me. How many lashes have I received? I lost count, but I can remember. Twenty to my back. Eighty more to go. I feel. Now that has turned into a daily routine, he used to come in our house and the reason was he wants to learn computer basic and I was the one who was teaching him a bit but my father used to sit there with us. Daily we used to do this for approx 2 weeks. But I want something else, I just wanted to see his monster cock, wants to hold it and then wants to suck it. I want to play with it. So after few days I asked his number and then I told him that whenever I will be alone I will call him.But one. Even as I spoke to her, she had been tense until she saw the ravages ofM-X on my groin. Then, her eyes had lighted right up. "Have you found Larry?" Joan nodded that she had but she wouldn't stoplapping at me. "Is he here?" A nod, yes again. This was ridiculous. Atthe first chance I faked an orgasm just to get her off me. "So tell me what's going on." Joan's painted face was wet with my "pussy"cream. Just what was getting me wet down there? I was beginning to getworries. This had never happened. In prison I got no sympathy either and the bastards put me in a cell with a huge black whitey hating man who made it his mission to make me his bitch...First he made me suck his cock so huge it was only the head would fit into my mouth then he ****d me and I screamed as his giant black cock invaded my never before fucked asshole it felt like a telephone pole was being rammed up my anus and it filled me to the breaking point his cock head poking into my belly so deep he was into me he said aloud.