There were four of them and the way that she’d been strapped down they had all her holes filled and the 4th man was just caressing her just to stimu...ate her body further and the men were moving ever so slowly. I thought, “this is so erotic.” As we started to walk out she let out a moan at first, then a yell, it was muffled but I thought “oh they joy, the pleasure that she must be having” we stopped dead in our tracks and just watched. Her body started to shake, then it was as if the pipes had. I was using her, using her like my own personal whore. I guided her mouth back down onto my cock again letting my hips rise and push up hard into her face. Each time my cock drove down her throat I could feel it tighten and react as I choked her with it. It took only a few more times of forcing my cock deep down into her throat before I felt myself explode. My mother noticed my cock jerk and tense as I was about to cum and took the initiative. Her mouth over the head of my cock and returned to. Now, months later, the wound still throbbed, no matter how many prayers he sent upwards. How did she know? How could she see through his clothes to the raised flesh beneath? She must be a powerful woman if she could sense so much without even touching him. But now she did. She asked his permission to touch and he agreed. There was nothing to fear. She saw him release the breath he was holding and let his eyes reach hers. She reached out her hand, pushing it gently under his arm so it rested. "You were right, Paul. She is a dressing for the wounds Heather left us. We must make sure she does not follow Heather's trail. Do you know where Heather is now?" Yes. She was staying at a cheap motel in the bad part of Akron, but she moved out yesterday. I found out that she and her sister are staying with Paul Brown." Paul Brown? Why does that name sound so familiar?" You gave a sermon on his father, Bob Brown. He was the investment banker that died saving the life of some doped up nigger.