Then she gave me a brief smile and stepped over to the stereo where she retrieved one of the small candles. She slowly turned to me, shielding the tin... flame with her hand, and asked me to get the one on the coffee table. I didn't move right away, until her eyes met mine. The candle Gayle held eerily lighted her face, but when she smiled, her teeth shone brightly and I slowly nodded."Ok," I whispered.I turned, taking half a step, and leaned down for the candle. When it was in my hand, shielded. The couple entered the dwelling and moved through it to a big master bedroom.The pimp arched his hips into the face of the girl. She gagged and spewed as she sucked him. He froze pushing her head down on his cock. He made small humps whit his hips pushing dick deeper into her mouth as he disgorged his seed. The whores watched the nightly ritual of him showing he was the boss. He forced a different girl every night to suck him off, beating them before and sometimes afterward to make a point.. It's both a blessing and curse; I'm able to control it fairly well, but the sense was always available.It's like a stereo; you could have it on some background music and tune it out, but if one of your favorites or something unusual came one, you'd become aware of it and turn the volume up for a while.I don't know if Natalie felt my happiness, but I sure felt hers. If she could purr like a contented kitten, she would have broken our eardrums with the volume and rattled the room like an. . after I got past the ‘Gee whiz, we’re DOIN’ IT!’ stage, when I started paying attention to ALL the feelings, I felt that. Amazing...”“Best is when he’s behind me, coming. I feel it best that way.”“Mmm, yesss,” she hissed.“That’s why I could never be lezz. I mean, I LOVE doin’ you and you doin’ me, but there’s still that feeling of LIFE in me...”“Or the life dripping out of you. I love that part. I’d hate to see that pussy wrecked.”“Wrecked,” I said. “We got time for a quickie.”I harbored the.