I kept quiet as i cleaned up his gash. He placed his hand on my thigh, i tried not to gasp. It didn't help. I turned just a bit to finish his face whe... he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. " I don't care about it hun, it'll dry up and heal soon." He told me. I smiled and went to get up but he held me down. I looked back at him with confusion. "You okay?" I asked him. He simply nodded and placed his hand on my face. " why can't i just be happy with a girl like you?" He questioned. I laughed as. "I'm going to e-mailthese pictures to myself. Either you're gonna cooperate or the pictureswill be sent out to your friends and family. I'll be right back youwhore; you sit there and decide what you're gonna do while I send these." Fuck fuck fuck! What do I do?" Randi thought. "I guess I can play alongfor her for a while. How bad can it be?"A few minutes later Michelle walked back in the living room. "OkayMichelle. We can play your little game, but I'm going home in themorning and this is. I began to fuck her mouth slowly, curling my fingers in her long black hair and pushing my hips forward. With each thrust I groaned, and Denise along with me. She pushed her mouth forward as I fucked deeper towards the back of her throat. She took me deeper and deeper until I was pushing against the back of her throat. Denise cleared her throat and took a breath, then leaned forward. She continued to pull my steely pole deeper until suddenly something gave and my cock slid, effortlessly, deep. He really wasn’t anything special at first glance, blonde hair, green eyes, average build, around 6’1”, honestly you’d never be able to pick him out of a line up, but for some reason he had this magnetism. And that was the word for it, the women would literally be drawn to him and that was where things got tricky. Sometimes they’d be able to control themselves, they’d flirt with him, make out with him, but other times they’d force themselves on him. This would sound like a blessing to most.