I was able to take it all the way down my throat. My cheeks were bulging, my spit was oozing down the corners of my mouth. He was moaning and his hand... were playing with my long brown hair. He moved my hair out of the way, so he could watch me slurp and gag on his cock. “Carol, I’m going to come. Oh fuck, here it comes.” He shot his creamy coconut cream into my mouth. I swallowed it down and then he gave me a kiss. His come was still on my breath. “Carol, that was amazing. I’ve been thinking. "When Kelly called, Beth was at first alarmed. She had just returned from getting her beautiful long brown hair done. She was afraid it was her husband, Dr. Phil Yazon calling to tell her he would be late again.She had a little party planned for eight o'clock that evening and her husband. Phil had promised her he would try not to be late unless there was an emergency."Hi, Beth, this is Kelly Chung. How are you?" I'm fine," she laughed. "Are you calling to talk to me about what my husband was. Phir usne bola ki drink ke baad aisa vaisa kuch bhi nahi kerna ….Maine bola ki nahi aisa kuch bhi nahi karoonga ….hum dono drink ker rahe the main usse poocha ki tumne kabhi musterbation kiya hai kya ….uske daru ka nasha ho chukka tha phir vo apne bare main batane lagi usne bataya ki vo musterbation he nahi sab kuch ker chuki hai …ye sunkar main chonk gaya maine usse poocha ki kyat um mere saath kern eke iye ready ho sab kuch to usne yes bola…main uth ker ke uske kareeb ja baitha or phir uske. A voice in the darkness, metallic and inhuman: “Hello,” it intones.“Where am I? Who am I?” My own voice is raspy. The words come, but I cannot identify their font. My memory remains elusive. “You are our plaything.”The voice sounds wrong. It sounds like it is made from a synthesizer, a word I know, but a word divorced from its meaning. “What?”Pain. There is pain radiating from my balls, pain that shoots to my thighs and back. The things stuck to me are hurting me. There is screaming in my head..