“It’s amazing, Doc. It’s not at all what I expected, but I like it. When can we start the rehab program?”“Soon, the small wounds from the ne...ve link should have healed by tomorrow, and then we can get started. It might take a long time. Don’t rush it, you won’t be done until it feels as natural to you as your old leg did.”They walked in silence for a while as Moralez tested his new limb, moving it around and kicking it against the side of his chair. His knee worked about the same way as his. He got angry and pulled out, and slapped my face with his cock. “You are going to swallow me, bitch, or I’m going to snap your fuckin’ neck,” He ordered while slapping my head with his cock with each word he said.Too much was happening all at once, and my head was filled with both fear and lust. He gave me a fierce shove and I fell onto my back. I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to get up, when he stomped his put foot down hard on my back, forcing me to eat grass. “Relax, bitch,”. Jeffrey Brown is definitely someone I admire. We became best pals. Like me, he majored in criminal justice. I want to become a law enforcement official. It’s sort of the family business. My father, Joseph Baatil is one of the few Black sergeants in the vastness of the Boston Municipal Police force. He moved to the United States of America from the Republic of South Africa in the late 1970s. He studied at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, where he played varsity football for four years. I start jerking off and gesture Anne to come suck on my cock. She jumps at the opportunity and starts licking the tip. I close my eyes and get comfortable, let the weed and alcohol open my senses. Simone, a tight cunt from an exotic country is giving me a rimjob, taking good care of my asshole and sometimes prodding inside with her little tongue. She clearly did this before. A sloppy blowjob from a doe eyed blonde, deepthroating and choking herself on my cock with such enthusiasm that I can.