He slid into my throat easier this time and as soon as he was all the way in he started to fuck my throat.“Uhhhhh that feels so fucking good” he m...aned out as he took short thrusts, being sure to keep himself in my throat. His balls were now swinging, slapping my chin with each stroke. After a bit of time he let me breathe again before pushing back in. I was sure I had him. My husband wouldn’t be too upset hopefully. I’d probably even be able to get away without having to explain this at all. Brittany said "Start sucking little girl." Janice did what she was told, then the black guy took hold of her head and started thrusting. "Look at that," Brittany said, pointing to the monitor. "Yeah," said the black stud working on Janice, "you can watch yourself getting nigga-fucked in the mouth." Brittany made sure Janice could see herself then added "Nice job you little whore. Are you gonna let him shoot a hot load of hot cum in your mouth?" "That's right, little girl," the man said,. He had her squat over the mirror with her pussy lips hanging invitingly open. He got behind her so his hood could watch and slid a finger into her a few times to wet his finger, then rubbed it in the coke and had her pull her lips apart while he slid it back inside her. She shook her head and let out a squeal from the two lines of coke she took in her pussy. He laid out the rules of initiation to her. Each of the twelve guys would fuck her pussy and had to cum inside and then he wanted her to. They had taken their own lives five years before upon discovering that her mother had an inoperable brain tumor.His parents, Hank and Nora, were still living -- a Baptist minister and his help mate who still weren't quite sure how to handle the success of their third child as a writer of bodice-rippers. His two older sisters, Grace and Hope, on the other hand, didn't care what he did, as long as he behaved himself and didn't end up in the gossip columns with a scandal that would bring disgrace.