“What sound does a pig make, faggit! That’s all I wanna hear!”“Oiinnnnnk,” wailed Piggy.“Good boi, faggit,” beamed Thunder.The super tal... man pounded with fury. His dick was going up in Myles all the way to the hilt. “Oink. Oink. Oink,” the girly man sobbed.“Take this big Black cock, Piggy boi!”“Oink!”“I love fuckin’ your trailer park punk ass, faggit!”“Oink!”“Do you like this dick?”“Oink oink!”“I know you do, bitch!”Thunder clenched the handcuffs and pulled his faggot pig into each of his. She kept rotating her ass as if dancing while she put two fingers in her mouth. Her face moved closer to my cock and I could really feel her hot breath, I needed to release. Her hand cupped my balls and she fondled them briefly before my next surprise. Her two wet fingers started making their way behind my sack and into my ass. “You had better relax the more you tighten the more it will hurt” she explained.I was still waiting for her warm mouth I wanted it more than anything. It would never. Carole sensed my nervousness, and seemed to just be quiet, efficient and calm. She did ask if I wanted anything laid out in my office, and I suggested some cans of drinks might be nice, and then added that a box of tissues should be there, which did make her smile.She asked, "You do know where the first aid cabinet is, don't you Chris?" which I ignored, but told her that I would suggest that she goes home at about five thirty. She looked crestfallen, "But I've been selling tickets. How will I. She picked up the candle walked naked up the stairs to the mezzanine. There were windows on both sides. It was a dark night and all she could see was her own reflection. She looked at her naked form. Would she be desired by a living man? She turned and looked at her profile. She thought there was a fairness to her nude form, but what would a man think? Click, click, click. It was the window in front of her. She walked up to it and held the candle to the pane. She could make out a dark form,.