He held up a five pound note in one hand and unzipped his overstuffed jeans with the other. Indian Sex I trembled as he pulled me forcibly over to a table and lifted me up onto it and the ‘freaks’ in the bar crowded around watching my legs that had now turned to jelly. I walked up to the car which was parked in the corner and watched as the door opened. Next came the instructions on how he wanted to me dress. Then I. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … I looked down to see the swollen mushroom head suddenly start to explode as it shot pulse after pulse of thick white sperm in long strings all over my face. Please Peter?” I begged
“Good, then you’ll be nice and tight!” He simply said with disdain before turning back to my next ‘customer’! To be continued. I can feel the straps tightly bound around my wrists and ankles and my vision has been completely taken away with the blindfold around my eyes. “Hey!” His face suddenly turned into a smile and I relaxed.
