My mouth watered with the memory of it being in my mouth. My nipples pebbled remembering how his hands had pulled on them. They ached to be touched by...him again. It was my pussy that missed him the most. It felt empty and yearned to be filled again with his fat cock. I don't know why I didn't respond to him. It nagged me all week as I tried to push him from my mind. But each night I would pull up the picture of his cock and masturbate to it, longing to have it fill me again. Friday evening, I. “If we move back to the far northeast side of our land, we’ll need a water well for sure and we’ll have lots of equipment to move back there too. Do you think we need to go that far?” Eli asked.“Eli, we need to be out of sight of the railroad, if we can. As far as we know, no one has drilled for oil in these parts before. We sure don’t need this to get out and folks start pouring in here like they did back east. Once we hit oil, the news will get out anyway and folks will be coming from. I was forbidden to ever cum again, and began to derive immense pleasure from being penetrated.?He frequently whored me out to other prisoners. Many of them have never even seen an asian boy in prison. They said that my boi-pussy was even better than real pussy. They not only raped me, but took pleasure in abusing me and humiliating me, and they said "it was indeed true. Asian boys are so naturally feminine and just as submissive as their female counterparts". I was the "asian bitch" and I was. I on the other hand was concentrating on the sweet scent that emerged from under her shapely arm when she raised it and the faint hint of peach fuzz that covered the deep hollow of her armpit. The hug seemed to last forever, and had the result of making my cock rock hard. When I looked at her there was something different in her face, a wild hungry look, her eyes glassy and staring into mine. I mumbled something about being tired and wanting to go to bath.“Are you hungry?” she asked.“Starving”.