She had a beautiful smile perfectly framed by the glasses resting on her face. Even though I have a girlfriend of my own I couldn't help but check her...out a little. No harm in looking after all right? Rachel, the name on her badge, had long brown hair with pink tips on the last few inches, a sexy ass, and had all the right curves for a girl her height.As we worked we got to know eachother a little better, and I immediately fell in love with the smile on her face. It was so genuine and cute.. .. I replied ... terrified of being labeled I said "not at all Robert its because I'm married ... I think your terrific and would love to be with you "if" and then he finished my sentence ... if I weren't a Black man right? No No No I said again. And rambled on about having black friends and all the other stupid things a white person says when accused of being a racist.Now I felt I had to prove to him I wasn't a racist ... that I really did want to be with him but I didn't want to betray my. I statrted kissing one guy very deeply and another came from behind and reached around to rub my nipples and kissing my neck. I was grinding into the guy kissing me and the one behind reached down to unsnap my jeans and lower them to the floor. I offered no resistance and then went my panties and I was nude in front of alot of honey men. The guy kissing me pushed me to my knees and I was surrounded by guys stripping their clothes off and pointing hard cocks of every size and shape at me. I. The only problem was, what way?I looked around for anybody who could help me. But there was not soul in sight. My first thought was to check the small train station in front of me. I headed towards it and stepped into a small hall. I heard a voice from the other end of the hall so I headed in that direction. There was a booth where a very obese man, around his mid-forties, was sitting and sleeping. In front of him on the counter was a small bell. I rang it-“AH! What, wa? Who are you?” The man.