But then he mustered what must have been a superhuman feat of self-control, swore under his breath, turned on his heels, and ran off into the mist aft...r Chad.“Aw, thanks!” squealed Teresa in mock-umbrage, before turning back to the others. “Hey, Amber, can I share that cock?”~“Evie, you seem preoccupied,” said Alison. The morning was still misty, and they were walking briskly across the park in the direction of Tottenham Cunt Road.Eva made no answer.“Eva!”“Hmmm? What? Oh sorry, Al – yeah, I. "I'll be out in a second," I said, wiping my eyes again."Hawk, what's the matter?" Gretchen asked, her voice muffled by the door. "Let me in."I got up and straightened my clothes. A glance in the mirror told me that my face was composed enough. I unlocked the door and opened it. Yeah, I looked better than Gretchen did, but not by much."I was just cleaning up."Gretchen blocked my exit and held my shoulders, looking into my face. "There's more to it than that. Was it me? Did I upset you?"I shook. My mind immediately runs to her being on her knees, letting my cock out of my joggers and her teasing me. Looking up at me with her big eyes just glossy and wanting my cock in her mouth. I imagine her holding an arm under her massive tits in her sports bra and teasing me, saying stuff like “grow that cock for these tits” until she unzips my pants and pulls my throbbing growing shaft out. Her strokes it up and down in her hand teasingly, all while she licks her lips and swallows. She is excited. They all are big, but not as big as Demonde. I take them without pain.”The three slaves named were all young, strapping, black studs who worked the Sheldon Grove sugar cane fields.“You never,” I said. “You are just making empty boast.”“No, I am not, and you will see. Demonde knows what you want. He will come for you. He will want to have you first.”“How would he know what I desire?” I said, still skeptical.“Because I told him. Did you see what he did with Tion on that tree. Demonde loves to.