'Beg for more cock bitch.'Tears are running down my face, feeling so out of control. Feel you grab my shoulders lifting me up a little and pulling me ...ack forcing your cock deeper. 'Oh god, oh god, it hurts.' Then feel you reaching around taking my nipples in your fingers again and squeezing and twisting them making me cry out loudly as you give me more cock.My tits hurting so bad, feel like I'm losing it. I cry out loudly, 'More cock, more cock.' You release my tits and then pull your cock out. I did not know you were rich, you don’t flaunt it,’ I said, star-struck. ‘I hate rich people who flaunt money and I hate the gold-diggers that are close to their feet. My family is very wealthy in Russia, my Uncle and Brother gave me the money to buy the land. I have, over the last ten years, built it into this amazing complex that was just appraised at $100 million.’ He said all of this with a flat instructive tone, no hint of emotion. We finally arrived at the top of the slope greeting us. He said that it was her cum but that it was not from the bowl last night. He said he has been planning this and has several bowls in the freezer so that he could train me consistently.He told me to look at her picture, with that I came. Just like the night before. I heard him tell me to swallow and I did. It was very difficult. It was thick like and hard to swallow. Once I got it down he told me to get on my knees and do it again. There was a lot left. I would be exhausted after this was over.. I remembered all right, I remembered her mother dancing with her boss at the party, smiling at me as she ground herself wantonly into his groin, I remembered his big, black hands cupping her bottom and I remembered them walking hand in hand out into the garden, "just for a breath of fresh air" she'd said!They'd been gone about half an hour before they reappeared, her smiling shamelessly and wearing, that I've just been fucked look on her face.I remembered Katie coming up to me later with the.