It's definitely HIS loss," Angela howled.They took Sandy's bags, and headed toward the elevator. Sandy couldn't believe her eyes when she stepped insi...e. It was gorgeous. For such a small place, Angela had made it a palace. Mirrors strategically placed on the walls gave off the illusion of more space. Heavy drapes on the windows blocked out the sun and made it look wonderfully romantic. There were candles everywhere. Deep plush carpeting made going barefoot a must. No one dared wear shoes when. There is still one hand over your throat/neck, holding you down, and you can see him start to stroke himself again. Just as you wonder, "OMG, Is he going to_______" he starts to cum, unloading spurt after spurt of sticky semen onto your face and neck, You try to flinch and turn your head away but he holds you steady just as another spurt lands half on your forehead, half in your soft hair. You close your eyes and want to cry, but you can't seem to make it happen. As you lie there trying to. "Shut up shithead," she retorted. I did an imitation giggle. "Tee-hee! Oh, Billy, I just love your big muscles!" I squeaked out in a high pitched voice. She took a swing at me but I dodged it. She kept coming so I set the soda on the counter and took off for the living room. She tackled me halfway across the carpet. She straddled my back and began pummeling the sides of my head. I bucked her off and rolled her over. We wrestled for a few minutes but it was too hot to get serious about it. After. .. And, well, then Penn gets me to add a stalk the same length and girth to my tattoo..." He trailed off, embarrassed by the admission, clearly uncomfortable about how much he'd been dicked. Trent was loving it, and traced down his exposed arm, where some of the longer quills ran half the length of his arm. "Wow, you've really been dicked by some monster prongs, haven't you." He felt the soft blonde wisps of hair stand up on Nico's arm, but the kid didn't respond. "So, where's this.