And the first words out of her mouth are: "Suck it, bitch."And before I can reply, she fucking my mouth, a smoothness grating my lips, her fingertips ...lutchingthe base of my skull, her cock-tip gracing the back of my throat, and her balls slapping my chin like amidget clown teasing a tiger in a steel cage. Part of me wants to bite down, chop her to size, spit outthe stump in her face and laugh as she bleeds herself onto the carpet. That part of me, though, isoverwhelmed by a wild ecstasy. "And I want to take this opportunity to thank our friends from the State Department for everything they have done to make this such a memorable experience." That was followed by a round of applause from my family."They have arranged a special sightseeing trip around Washington for everyone," I told them and that caused a moment's confusion as we worked out the details of when the tour bus was leaving and where from. But we quickly worked everything out with Miss Lammerding."As most of you know,. “Might have, but her ass sure does feel great..” Fuck, I thought. How long had I been out? Only a few minutes, I surmised, or else Jeff would have certainly noticed and stopped DeJuan from fucking me. I quietly simpered as DeJuan pumped my asshole with his cock. “Does it now?” Quentin asked. “Yeah, you should get some of this.” DeJuan pulled out of my ass, allowing for the hole to close back up again while he and Quentin switched places. “Please, please, no.” I begged. If DeJuan hurt like. Maybe if he remains still, maybe he can hide from what comes next, evade the inevitable.She doesn’t feel his weight upon her, his warm, slick skin pressed up against her, his once-solid erection flagging within her. Her eyes gaze up at the ceiling; it stares back --cold, white, wide, endless-- blank without texture. Her hands slip away from his back and fall to the bed. The electricity that tingled their nerves ebbs and fades in an instant. The numbness that gnawed at them throughout remains,.