..I was our oasis our home port where we planned our futures schemed out how we were going to get some girl to fuck did all sorts of fun things there ...nd I was shocked when Spike gave him the invite everyone was upset Carl wasn't cool why were we inviting him to our club blah blah blah but Spike just grinned and said “Don't sweat it boys I have a plan!” When Carl got here we were ready for him he was a little apprehensive at first but after a little conversation and a couple of beers he was. It was a monster cock and I could feel all the other guys stop what they were doing. They all wanted to see if my little pussy could swallow this big cock. As Rajesh stood between my legs all were quiet, no licking on my titties sounds, no rubbing on me nothing. All were watching and waiting to see if this monster cock was going to fit inside my pussy. Rajesh parted my pussy lips with his enormous cock head. He held it there for a while with just a slight bit of pressure. I thought to myself it. So much for David's plan for a little questioning.David went back into the root cellar and retrieved the boy's bindings. Somehow Eddie had managed to break a jar of canned peaches and had used the sharp edge of the Mason jar to cut the ropes. "Pretty good," David thought.The rope was too short to use effectively, so David climbed out of the root cellar and went to the tool cabinets and got out some heavy-duty cable ties. He roughly bound Eddie's arms and legs, even though he was certain that. She asked him to dance and he accepted. He danced pretty well for not being in war paint, and soon they were in a conversation, which started with Sara asking him about the reputation that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a start, there was only one way the talk could go, but it didn’t follow the usual path. His name was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertise in sexual lore. Sara's interest was.