I wondered if I could have avoided all this abuse if I dyed my hair black. But realistically I knew the only way I could have escaped all this abuse w...s to be a male. And I’m not so sure even that would have saved me. These assholes don’t seem to have a lot of limits. The nastier something is the more it seems to turn them on.There was more variety in the pictures I viewed tonight. Most of them involved attractive young blondes being taken by varying numbers of black men. But in the first dozen. Not that we were looking for anything sepecial. We were just enjoying a little fun and flirtation time. My mind was really more on getting back to her place and ripping her clothes off.As we walked through the clothes Lisa continued to rub across me. As we passed the dressing rooms in the middle of the store she turned to me and whispered in my ear, "Are you doing OK?" I'm just really turned on." I answered back. "Good!" she replied. Then she looked around real quick, grabbed my hand and. Whilst playing Xbox I casually asked him how things were with his girlfriend, he told me that she wouldnt even let him touch her and it was making him depressed, but as he spoke I couldn't help but notice he had a large buldge in his jeans.After a few games he said he needed to go piss, so I took this time to look around his room.Next to his drawers I saw a laundry basket full of dirty laundry, I browsed through it and found a pair of black boxers with an obvious looking cum stain in the front,. The desire I felt went further than a striving for pleasure. This was a need, a deep down requirement for my existence. That cock in my mouth completed me in a way that I had never been completed before. I felt it was the ultimate purpose of my existence, what I was made for. It sounds strange I know, and it wasnt a cohesive thought (I didnt say, wow, this is what my mouth was made for), but the overall feeling was that strong. He interrupted me before I could get what I wanted. He pulled me.