Every night I slept listening to my Chinese mother being fucked hard by my White step dad, the sound of her moaning, the sound of spanking and the sou...d of whips, and his degrading remarks. He fucked my mother while he cursed at her like he hated her: "you nasty chink cunt!" "How do you like some hot sauce on your gook meat?" "Crawl to me bitch and lick your white god's feet." A few times I have seen through the door crack of my mother being bound in half and brutally whipped with a belt. . . so, yeah, I’m gonna be there for her,” I calmly replied to my girlfriend’s inquiry.“Will you ... mind if I volunteer the rest of the week?”“I was half-way surprised you hadn’t already gotten a permanent volunteer necklace and a safety whistle with your initials etched into it,” I chuckled and gave Tempe a sweet kiss on her forehead.“So, I can go down to the office with Jon after homeroom to get those things?” Tempe excitedly asked.“Tempe, you seriously don’t need my permission to volunteer. I. I wasn’t quite clear whose tongue it was, but it was certainly one worth enjoying, as it slithered like a snake toward the crack of my ass. I gasped repeatedly, even as Pippa continued to welcome my tongue in her twat and Karen took me deeper into hers. It was definitely some of the most intense sex of my life, due to the combined sensations that I tried to hold back assaulting my senses. Both of the ladies using me seemed to already push past the point of no return, of course, reaching their. For long seconds they were still then she was upon him like a tiger - grabbing, pressing, kissing, arms around his neck, scrabbling with her feet to cleave closer to him. He struggled to unzip his flies, free his todger and then lift her still frenzied body up and onto his best friend. Their orgasms, were intense and in her case more than a little enhanced by her pain. * * * * Early in their marriage Frank had discovered that Helen hated giving blow-jobs, the texture of his juices making.