I am utterly his now. I feel only anticipation, thinking not even the simplest of thoughts and wait for him. I am gagged and only know that I will be ...hipped severely. He does like to hear me whimper and scream but would rather let my body tell him how much he has hurt me. I have very fair skin that marks and bruises easily so he has learned to know my limits by my twitches, struggles and the occasional muffled wail. I prefer to be gagged also. I do not have to concentrate on limiting the noise. After a few minutes, I noticed someone walking alongside the road. This was not unusual seeing how it was one of the roads leading to the village. What was unexpected was that the young woman in question had her thumb out. Like always, seeing someone hitchhike reminded me of the stupid law that made such an activity illegal in the province of Quebecthe law may not apply to the other provinces, but if I were you, I would look it up before deciding to hitchhike across Canada. As I approached the. I watched for a few seconds as the black mass disappeared into my mouth. Before closing my eyes and succumbing, I silently agreed with her that the contrast of colors was hot and started bobbing my head back and forth. The cold plastic warmed entering and exiting my mouth as I imagined what she said sucking cock feels like. The reality of her plastic dick gave way to a new visual. In my mind, I was no longer sucking off a toy. I was gorging my sexual desire with my first black cock. When I. " I got shot a while ago. It's not as bad as it looks. I have done a lot of healing already." I informed her."How did you get shot?" she asked."It's kind of a long complicated story. It's not really all that interesting," I said trying to play it down."I heard you carry a gun. Is that true?" she asked."I do sometimes, not always." I replied. I didn't tell her that the only time I didn't was, when I had no place to hide it."And you broke Eddie's nose?" she asked."So that's his name. I heard that.