His foster parents were cruel to him, they would say things like "that's why your mom gave you up nigger" he was adopted by a racist white couple( odd...right). He lived with then from the age of 3 until he was 13. When he was 13 he joined a gang, and went head first into the street life. Selling d**gs, and murdering rival gang members was a like second nature to him. Jay always said that being in a gang was the closest thing he ever had to a family. He and his fellow gang members shared a since. "What's going on here Tim?" she asked in an authoritative voice.Tim grinned at her. "You're going to become a graduate of the Dug out Club, Tim responded, but first you're going to put on a little strip show for us. Now get your clothes off, we want a sexy photo shoot."You're crazy! Now let me out of here," Kim pleaded. For a few minutes she tried to stare him down, she realized there was no escape. Her situation was hopeless. "I won't strip for you or anyone for that matter." She angrily. “Go to the bed, get on your elbows and knees.” I followed orders, settling onto the mattress with spread legs, my forehead on a pillow that Sir offered me. I could hear him undo his belt, the soft rustling of clothes being stripped off. His hands ran over my backside, up my back, down my thighs. Then his fingers crept passed the plug, pressing and wiggling it inside me, eliciting moans. They continued to travel, spreading my labia, feeling the extreme moisture. He murmured about how wet I was. “I can help you with that? Where are you going to wear it?”“A funeral.”“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you want it dark then, right.”“Um, yeah.”“Follow me.”Tariq complied with the order as the pair weaved through the clothes racks. He couldn’t help but notice how the salesman smelled like sugar and citrus fruits. He adjusted his pants and willed himself to think of scenes from Faces of Death. It had been three weeks since he had gotten some pussy and around ten months since he last fucked a femboi. He.