It was getting longer by the second. The black guy put his other hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on his now hardened dick.I kept going ...nd swallowing the entire length. I could not open my mouth wider because it was so big at the base, almost like a beer can…So he started thrusting in and out very deep into my throat and I felt tears running down my face as I had my gag reflex not kicking in for the moment. He laughed and took it out; starting then to slap my face with it. He. Damn, and we would be there for at least another hour. I looked about. Though the crowd had thinned, there were still plenty of people around. The nearest was about twenty five or thirty feet away, and the sounds of summer fun rose and fell in all directions.The siren song of my clit coursed tantalizingly upward through my pressed-down belly. “You know what to do,” I could almost hear it croon.Should I? I thought nervously.Could I? It wouldn’t be possible to take anything off or spread my legs. They don’t.’ ‘We don’t either. We don’t really know how we got here, do you think that angels and demons don’t have their own creation stories?’ ‘I never really thought about it.’ Gayle turned toward a man dressed in a classic charcoal suit with white pin stripes. The man smiled but no matter how pleasant it looked it wasn’t a smile of friendship. It was strictly a professional courtesy. ‘Mr. Renaud how can I help you today?’ That man didn’t like Gayle. His displeasure increased when Gayle only. His father's whimpering draws himround to face the captive, and he thrills to the sight of his victim, sohelpless, bloody, confused by what he has just seen his son, his ownson, do with this man."Joel," he moans, but once again he is cut short by a savage slash,backhand, across his chest, and he yells in pain and manages to turnaway from his persecutor. And now Joel, with little cries of fury andpleasure, really starts whipping his father's back, his right arm almosta blur of strokes, the.