When it's for him, he will do as he pleases. He may go slow and soft, or deep and hard and fast. His tongue can be a butterfly or a bulldozer. He choo...es the pace and for how long. He may only do it for a minute until he quenches his thirst for my juice. Leaving me bereft, frustrated, on edge, whimpering and begging. Though he may do it for much, much longer, until I am sore, tender, raw and feeling I can't take anymore. Begging him to stop and feeling I will crumble into dust. Me and my. Leroy started to pump in and out as the other threeencouraged him on and taunted me by telling me I wasjust a fuck hole slave who's purpose in life was to exist only to pleasure Black menand be used like a street whore. Soon one of them I guess got tooworked up just watching so he freed his hard, black cock from his pants,unbuckled the ball gag, popped it out of my mouth and replaced itwith his throbbing hard cock. He told me to make sure I didnot bite him or he would beat my ass till I was. The mood was somewhat somber, with the girls saddened by an explanation of the pain that the adults had suffered, and the adults suffering from being reminded of not only the pain they'd suffered, but of the doubts and fears the rape had raised in them, principally the fear that they'd be 'damaged goods' that nobody would ever want. The demonstrated fact that Steve did want them didn't seem to matter, not even to those he'd already made love to.Steve reminded himself that treatment often made. I wanted to fuck her so bad!It startled me as I found myself whispering out "Grandma!" I froze and gulped hard realizing what I had done. She heard me, the motion of her hands stopped and she turned to face me. There was a lot of tension in her whispered reply "Come in here," she said. "Please!"I walked into her room, my cock fully engorged and bulging out of my briefs. I stood next to her bed, my cock even with her face, she then reached over (I thought I was going to explode)and started.