Why?" "Your pussy is bald." "I shave." He buried his bearded chin between my legs as his tongue started teasing my lips and clit. I started to moan a ...ittle as he tried thrusting his tongue into my tight hole. He was having a hard time getting it in. I was starting to get wet as he inserted a finger and started teasing my inner walls as his mouth worked my clit. He slid his finger out and got on his knees as he took off his coat, but kept his shirt on. He put his face back between my legs as he. How did you know I did? Normally, no one suspects until I blow up and get myself in trouble.”“I can help, but it’ll be better if we’re not disturbed.”The man glanced at Abe and Meg. “What about them?”“Abe’s one of us, though his PTSD resulted in his becoming homeless, while Meg is what helps keep the both of us on the straight and narrow. My name’s Phil.”“I’m not comfortable with how you play fast and loose with the truth,” Tristan argued, fluttering by Phil’s head and studying the subject of. All of a sudden he heard a loud squeal.“Ah fuck,” boo-hooed a girly voice.“Shut the fuck up,” boomed what sounded like Rodrick’s brother.“Oh my god,” blubbered the chick.“Take dis dick, bitch,” the six-three, well-fed, copper-skinned man howled.“Fuck me, daddy! Fuck my little white faggot ass!”‘The fuck,’ Rodrick perked up.“Yeah, faggit,” Maurice hollered.“I love this big Black dick,” whined the submissive partner.“I love banging your sissy ass!”“Fuck me, Daddy,” the whiny Southern voice. When it looked like we were done, Cory said, “Thank you, Mr. Simmons. You’ve been very helpful. Would you like a piece of ass or a nice blowjob from my slut?”I think my heart stopped for a moment, even though I wasn’t surprised. Judging by his expression I think Mr. Simmons experienced it, too.The three young men who have been following us around since we got out of the car are standing just inside the door of Cory’s room. I heard them chuckle. Mr. Simmons gasped, swallowed loudly and said,.