This was many years before the internet.The Main St area had dive bars and X-rated movies for all, and I went into one not sure of what to expect, but...still seeking to find something or someone. I sat near the back row in the center and was entranced by the explicit volume of sex being displayed. My juices were warming, and my cock was filling and straining to get out of my jeans.Suddenly a handsome black man sat down next to me, and I became more excited with anticipation not knowing what was. It’s not that he’s choking; I can easily see and even hear him breathing heavily. Then I feel the switch I'd inadvertently created in him, shutting him up. I have, in effect, switched off his vocal cords.I can’t help but laugh. The whole thing just seems too comical. Here is a man I've feared ever since I started working here. Wider in the shoulders than me, even with the extra muscle I've gained, he stands taller, and with his shaved head, he has this intimidating demeanor that usually puts me. Or Melinda only thought it was troubled. Look at her. Look how she moved. She was getting off on her own daughter being made into a sex slave.Jo's hands dropped from Melinda's breasts and slid over her hips. Melinda squirmed in her aunt's grip as if in silent bid to have Jo touch her aching pussy.Perhaps she really did want to be touched. She had sensed the growing pool of energy just before going to bed the night before, her pussy still aching from how much the strap-on had been rammed into. Callie choked and spluttered around the foul tasting soap his words hitting her like blows. She had nowhere to go and this asshole was making her eat soap. She started to cry her limbs going limp as he pulled his hand away from her mouth and she spat the soap out. Her nose ran and she spat bubbles of froth, tears streaked the heavy make up still covering her face.Standing, Padraic went to run the bath for Callie, 'She smells as bad as she looks,' he thought. Liberally spraying bubble bath into.