It was in her eyes, the tears and a small part of what I felt when I looked at her while she passed me in the halls.It didn't make me a man, but it su...e felt like it."Your turn," she whispered.I was lost for a second, my turn for what?She stroked my hips with her hands and my sex answered the question. I pulled back and thrust hard into her. There was no dryness, only invitation.I came inside Michelle.I guess the tears that touched both our eyes at one time while we made love meant we cried.We. There was blood on my cock. My sperm and blood was flowing from Sara's pussy. The bed sheet had turned red. After picking up my packet of cigarettes from the side table, I smoked a cigarette. She gave me a glass of luke warm milk from the flask kept there . I drank half the milk and gave half glass to her which she drank gleefully. After drinking milk, we both went to washroom. Took a hot water shower and came back to bed again. After that the next round started. I said - Sara, come. I was beginning to walk into the living room as I felt a damp rag against my mouth and nose; I started feeling dizzy and quickly passed out. I woke up, what seemed like hours later, weak and light headed lying face down, completely nude and blind folded on what I guesses was a custom made massage table, there was a cushioned hole for my face to fit through, but strange enough, there was also another hole by my cock which I noticed was quite hard for just waking up after being d**gged.I tried to. " I said to her in a stern voice as I was now moaning and grunting, with my lest hand on the back of her head.I held her head by her ponytail and rocked my hips back and forth to fuck her little girl mouth, and through all the chocking and spitting-up of drool from her mouth, to my cock, to the ground, not once did she complain, as she actually put a lot of effort into sucking me off, instead of merely keeping her mouth open.I stopped her from making me cum, as I pulled her off my cock by.