Scott pulled me back so my head was actually hanging off of the edge of the bed, upside down. Sara followed me with her tongue. Mr. Big came up in f...ont of me and stuck his soft (but still very large) dick in my mouth. The way I was positioned had me looking up at his balls when his dick went in my mouth. It also gave him a great position to throat fuck me without much resistance. I took him until he started to grow again. After a little while, I noticed that I didn’t have a beautiful. That was so cool to me and I was so grateful that he showed me what masturbation was all about. Can't say that it made me horny that first time but I will never forget it. We did the same thing maybe a dozen more times that year except he eventually got me to participate. He had me touch his cock at one session, than the next time he had me stroke him. I really enjoyed all of it and the excitement of doing something "i*****l or nasty" was a rush. Eventually, he asked me if I would jerk off with. .big and full with perfect large nipples..Me: please Tameka let me kiss you beautiful breast..Tameka: Beg for my titty bitch...beg for it...say please Miss Tameka let me kiss your big perfect black tit...say it bitch...Me: Please Miss Tameka let me kiss your perfect black tit..Tameka: say it again bitch...you tiny cock fuckin bitch don't deserve this big black titty..beg for it some more..tell me who owns you..(who owns that tiny cock?...Me: Miss Tameka owns me, miss Tameka owns my tiny. This relationship also came to an end, and I found yet another to take his place. I chose very carefully. I seemed to have an instinct for selecting lonely, unhappy young men, and never once did I have one who was violent. The main danger was the possibility that they would fall in love with me. This I did not want at that time. My love was still with my dead Roy and baby. Eventually, however, the solace aspect of my need diminished. I began to relish the sex for its own sake. I had always.