'we'll see about getting that ass off yours some use one day, eh?'I loved sucking his cock, I loved being his little bitch, but I kept wondering if he...remembered what he said that day. Luckily I didn't have to wonder for long.In those few weeks of sucking his cock, I'd started to get into the habit of douching and playing with my hole. I'd put a finger up there or the handle of a screwdriver just to get used to the feeling, but I didn't want to use something too big, I wanted the first thing to. She was blonde, all legs and eyes, wearing a brown suit with a loose skirt that had a hemline that stopped halfway between her thighs and her hips. "The server kept going down, and I had to reboot it twice in the last hour. I also finally fired Michael, and he kicked up so much of a fuss that we had to call the police. How was your day?" The Slurpee machine broke down at noon, and we had a drunk vomit all over the ATM. Nothing too out of the ordinary." He watched her walk toward the table, and. So it was just bizarre mostly. One day i picked up what I later would come to know as the December 75 issue of Hustler. I did the normal page turning and millions of full page cigarette ads. Stopping at a picture of a large black man and a pretty young white girl. Mid seventies at the top of the south. So this is something I've not really seen. It fascinated me. His cock was obviously fat. That was the first thing I saw. But when I kept turning pages I was mid-first sexual experience. Even then. She began rotating her hips, rubbing my cock on her inner walls. I pinched her nipples and her eyes rolled back in her head. Carol looked like she was in some distant world of endless sexual pleasure. My cock was throbbing, veins pulsing. Jack and Bill walked over to the bed, one on each side of us. Their cocks were pulsing red, pre-cum glistening. They both knelt beside us and began pummeling Carol with their hard cocks. They slapped her face, her tits, her back, her ass. Everywhere.