I started to gag as his cum started to over flow my little mouth. His cum tasted extremely salty, not sweet like what the girls had stated in the porn...videos I've watched earlier tonight. It tasted nothing like what I expected. I started spitting out the cum from my mouth which fell onto Joe's cock and balls.Joe angrily said, "Whores do not spit out cum they have earned. You're going to clean up all the cum you've spit out and swallow it like the good cum bucket slut you are."He grabbed my head. From the third floor, I figured it was hard to see much detail anyway.One warm July night – four in the morning actually – I was feeling especially horny and brave. I got naked, oiled up my hard cock and stepped outside wearing nothing but a pair of small, thick rubberbands on my smooth shaven balls. (A girlfriend who like to play rough had taught me to like a little squeezing action.) I kicked back naked in a lounge chair and began to slowly massage my slick, swollen meat and tightly bound. "Betty's hand moved from my thigh and I felt her finger nails drag over the length of my shaft. This sent an electrical charge through my balls, around to my ass and up my spine. I felt the first drops of precum seep out of the tip of my cock. Betty saw the precum and lightly ran a fingertip over it and spread it over the head of my cock."Would you like your Mother-in-law to give you a hand job?"Betty asked as she took a firm grasp of my shaft.I let out a loud groan and replied."No. I want to. Well her plan was a godsend, the security guard radioed back that the police were at the house and my sister was all beat up. She was claiming that I had come home from work and beat her, except that I hadn’t been home at all. All the suspicions that I raised at the HR office came out through the security guy at the apartment. The police took a written statement from my sister, then arrested her for filing a false police report. Since she was reporting a felony assault, apparently this meant.