I noticed that a mixture was spread over the blunt end before it was inserted into me. It was more than lubrication. It did something to relax my musc...es. It did nothing to deaden the feeling, but it seemed to allow my body to be relaxed and move without tension and cramping. It was an interesting process. Crude, but interesting. I could hold out in one position for only so long. My calves would start to burn from the effort of supporting me; my lats and arms would then start to tire when they. Then on your tenth birthday, your Uncle Mike wanted to take you to the old-fashioned soda fountain at Watson’s Drug Store for an authentic malted milkshake, but you wouldn’t go unless he would take me too.”Kyle was nodding as he started to remember the event she was describing. “We shared a malt...” he said.Beaming at him, she said, “That’s right. I wanted strawberry, but it was your birthday, so I agreed to share a chocolate one with you. When it was served, we each put a straw into it. You. Max was a very strong man, and he was proving to her his power. He wanted her to resist, that made it more exciting."Shut the fuck up whore and do as you are told! Now pull it out and suck." he emphasized it with a tap on her cheek.He made her swallow his cock deeply. She was gagging, but he didn't care. Everytime she tried to catch a breath, he was tap that face again with one hand, while pulling her hair and pushing her down on his black cock.Tom was beside himself. Here in the back. Charlie was precisely the sort of boy Alexa hated: unkempt, loud, self-serving, conceited and stupid. She was looking forward to torturing and humiliating him. Steve was your quintessential toady – trying to please Charlie, to be friends with Charlie, always eager to do what Charlie wanted. A scrawny, pimply, ugly little piece of shit, in other words. A knock on the door, and Dan the guard was leading the two boys into the room. Charlie looked apprehensive yet smug at the same time, while Steve.