Ab usne mere gaand ke hole par lund ki position banali. Ab waqt tha meri jaan nikalne ka. Usne ek jor se jatka mara , meri itni jor se chik nikal gay ...i office ke aaspaas ke sab logo ne suni hogi. Fir bhi 2.5 ich hi andar gay tha. Ab woh dhire dhire jatke maar maar ke lund ko gaand pel ki khoshish me tha. Me pain ki wajah se rone laga tha. Meri halat bahut buri ho gay thi itne me.Fir bhi mene hosla rakha. Ab tak woh mere andar pura lund pel chukka tha. Mere relax hone ka wait kar raha tha. Jese. Want to come over and party tonight? We might be able to use the old man's house next door? Otherwise we'll just be out in my backyard? They both tell me yeah.I like the old man here the whole conversation. I say present. He stands up quickly and shows me his balls.I suck his cock some more. He is hard and moaning. I say, This is it, old man.I can leave and go home right now or you can become my bitch. It's decision time. I can leave and not bother you.Or you can take 5 swats to to your balls. He’s not like you, you instinctively sense, just by the sound of his heavy footfalls on the floor approaching the booths, by the strong confident manner he opens the door next to you, by the urgent sound of his zipper before the door is even closed behind him, by the aggressiveness you sense just from his movements in the booth next to you, by the growls as his movie starts, by the determined need imparted as his feet firmly settle facing your common wall, and then there it is: your future,. But I’m a fancy, meanin’ I’s yella cuz my pa was my ole Massa, so dis here Massa keeps me round for his “musemint” is wut he be callin’ it. I call it hell. See, Adam don’t love me cause I’m half white, he love me cuz I got . . . wut he call it . . . a regal air ‘bout me. I taint positive wut dat means fo’ sho’ but he say dat I be a queen where he from, a real live queen wit a crown ‘n all. Massa say not to beat me. I was hopin’ to get da whip cuzin I know da pain of da beatin’ be ova in a.