I was just so tired from cumin' all day. I slept through Sunday, couldn't come to work. I was sore and tired all i did Sunday was eat and sleep and sl...ep. I kept checking my phone to see if Victor called. He left a video, of him jerking off to the picture he took of me with my top and bra over my tits and my panties off. I know he wants to make me cum over and over again and honestly he is the only man to do that. I went to my regular job i was really happy when Friday came. The weekend was. He leaned and whispered in my ear. “You’re my bitch now bro…” He hissed. Why was he doing this? I asked myself. Why now. I had no answers at the time as I lay there feeling his shaft pressed against my ass crack and a slight stickiness on my cheeks. I just couldn’t believe that my own brother as much as he didn’t like me was going to bugger me and there was nothing I could do about it. He lifted off me. I assume he spit in his hand because I felt his fingers wet on my asshole. I tightened it. I resisted the attempt to look round after all I did not really have a third eye or sixth sense so it had to be my imagination. Of course, the longer I sat there the more curious I was if I did have a sixth sense. In the end I decided to strategically go to the ladies and see who was behind me.Two guys were sat there, truck drivers, they did not flinch just kept on staring at me as I walked past them, they smiled and I smiled back. In the ladies I freshened up, I felt uncomfortable in my. But there were husbands who simply tolerated, that her wife worked as a nigger whore. Some of them wanted me then - when I was there to visit - like fuck so as to taste something of the cake. My women friends now would ask me to let her husband fuck me. I almost never no and was all a very welcome guest.The husband had once again a young slim woman in bed, because his own wife was the desire of blacks accordingly usually somewhat plump or at least had a broad butt. With some of my new bitch.