Ask me questions you’re not going to like then sit and listen.”“Why wouldn’t I? So far, I’m amazed at what you know and how you can just tak... over and make me feel what I feel.”“The problem is, I don’t know you. I don’t know what’s going to turn you off and make you run screaming back home.”“I’ll take my chances. How personal is personal?”“We, the four of us have nothing to hide. We kinda work on the premise ‘if it feels good, do it. If it felt THAT good, make it part of your repertoire”“Wow!. I spun and pulled the blade through the midsection of one and then two. Once clear of the Columbians I spun back and sliced an even line about an inch from their throats to show that they could die very quickly at my hand. I took the step separating me and Sweaty and pushed the tip of the knife to his throat just enough to draw a trickle of blood. ‘Or what?’ I said with my eyes on fire. It was false, but he didn’t know that. So, he said nothing. ‘Take three steps back.’ Sweaty pulled his self. Being mindful that she had special customer I pulled out before I unloaded, pulling out seemed not very satisfactory, I rolled on my back and seconds after my big member started shooting. I guess I never thought about just how much could come out of it, I kept shooting my pure white cream again and again, Sam was looking, watching me spooge, "You definitely have a lot to give to a girl". Eventually it stopped and the puddle started to run of the sides, I was done. Sam helped me remove the butt. Inch by dreadful inch, his dick was forced down my throat. I could feel my throat muscles crying out in torture as they were stretched well beyond their normal range. And still it came. I was glad I had had a chance to at least wet it a little as he continued to stuff it down my throat. Luckily my gag urge was well suppressed as he drove the final few inches home. I could not believe the way my throat was stretched, feeling like I had a neck splint preventing me from moving my head. My nose was.