I don’t want to be raped in my pussy, my mouth or my ass. I’m tired. I’m sore. I need a drink. I’m done. How can I get out of this ? Joh..., I’ll pay you if you unhook these chains. I have a little money back at the hotel, and I could start doing tricks again to make more. And you could be my pimp and have sex with me all you like, and, and ?? She stops in mid-sentence. From the look on John’s face she could tell that none of her offers were being taken seriously.John looks down at the. I slurped down every drop of his juice! Mr. Latin asked him "How was it?" He just nodded & blurted "Dude she made me cum so fucking fast!" So I'm trying to compose myself but I guess the passenger wanted some head too. Another stop, another switch. But this time the driver goes to the passenger seat. I look at Mr. Latin & he gives me the same look so here I go again. Pull the guys pants down & go to town. His cock was longer than the other one but was thinner. He was also the least attractive. He said he was going to fuck me as slow and hard so I felt every inch for as long as possible. I felt that big cock stretching and probing and it ached in the best way possible.. I moved my hips under his to meet his thrusts and tightened myself squeezing and bearing down and I heard him say ‘fuck yes. Just like that’ he lifted his body off of mine and began to bang into me vigorously. Grunting and groaning as the base of his dick bit my ass and his balls smack audibly and wetly on my engorged. That one picture affected so many lives. A few months after my mom passed away in that memory care facility, my dad died too. I can still remember when we found him. That picture was right next to him on his deathbed.I made sure that it was buried in his casket with him. If there is a life after this one, I’m sure the two of them are together now.”“Wait ... Is she?” she asked.“From what I was able to find out, she never married,” I said. “She was killed in a car-wreck, years before my mom went.