Something. Hopefully, I would see none. Figure this one out; if I aroused no suspicion, I would feel relieved — and disappointed. Place index finger...between lips, then thrum: beebeebeebeebeebeebeebee... The Fifth Level of Hell was knowing the prospect of living this schizoid existence faced me day in, day out, for the indefinite future. Even as 'Lance' walked out the door, Lisa's memories of the night before were crowding out everything else. While we were making love, Dianna had played with my. He sat and told me to kneel and began slapping his cock on my face. “You love my cock, don't you, slut? Don't you?” he barked and pulled the chain. “Yes, sir,” I said as he continued to rub his growing erection over my face. I knew the game he was playing so I went along with it. I was in need of a good fucking and I prefer a dominant man — but, really, not this creepy kind.“Open your mouth, slut!” He face-fucked me relentlessly and I gagged. At times, it hurt and I was not enjoying it. He. Aber er bewegte meinen Kopf wie bei einer Puppe.Immer wieder rammte er seinen Schwanz in meinen Rachen. Ich w?rgte ? aber dask?mmerte ihn nicht.Pl?tzlich zog er ihn heraus und alles spritzein mein Gesicht und mein Haar. Ich weinte..nie habe ich mich so benutzt undschmutzig gef?hlt. ?Dazu taugst Du auch nicht Schlampe?? kriech dar?ber. Er zeigte auf eine Ecke desRaumes. Ich versuchte langsam auf allen vieren dorthin zu kriechen. Es ging ihrnicht schnell genug. Schon sauste die Gerte auf meinen. There's a large group of guys with a few smattering of girls that just watched me have sex with my mom.“Don't forget your bookbag, Master,” she cooed as I slipped out of the car, my cheeks burning.The guys were staring at me with awe. A few of them mouthed, “Master.” They were staring at me like they didn't know who I was. I knew most of them in passing. A few had picked on me, like Aaron who was on the football team. I opened the back door, my cheeks burning, and grabbed my backpack.I turned.