I was glad when she arrived; because I found out that I needed another pair of helping hands to get the bed assembled. Mom said that she had been take... for a birthday drink by her workmates. She said that as soon as she took a shower she would help me complete the setting up.Mom is in her mid-thirties, having been impregnated with me and quickly married off while still in her teens. Due to complications when carrying me, she was unable to conceive anymore. She is what would be described as. Would you like a taste?" "God, you're still vulgar as ever, Bruce," he said. Todd leaned back against the deck chair."You say that, Bittle, but your body is telling something else," I said. Todd glanced down at his erection in his shorts. "Would you like to suck it?"He looked at me and his blue eyes widened in shock then desire as he watched me pull down my shorts and stared at my cock. "I remember how much you love cock," I said grinning. I walked over to him. Todd didn't know what to do so I. Stuck at the plantation in the middle of a sticky summer, among banana trees, mosquitoes and Cuban cigars, she looked out of the open doorways that shielded her from intruders by iron bars. “Fuck, I’m in a prison”, she mouthed off to herself. Sweat beads had formed a long time ago on her body. Now they just moved from one place to another, sliding down her flesh the way she wished Carlos’s tongue would. She moved her fingers across the iron, listening to the low toned noise they made while. She winced upon feeling the pressure in her intestines. With his free hand the doctor spread the young woman’s bottom-hole. Then he pulled out a grape-sized oval, identical to the ones that she had just thrown up. He held it up for the benefit of the spectators and the camera, before holding it to the prisoner’s nose, forcing her to smell the odor of her own abused intestines. The camera continued to click as Maria Elena let out an anguished sob. The humiliation she was enduring was.