Clara giggled excitedly “Cool ok mister I’ll be ready!”.She waited for what seemed like half an hour, the smell of piss and cum exciting her. Sh... looked around properly for the first time at the cubicle walls. Lots of random scrawlings, mostly soliciting sex which she guessed were drunk ramblings that came to nothing. But she had heard from a gay friend that this was the best spot in town, her backwater town that had little use other than a stopover for tired, weary, horny out of their mind. She too was just now regaining her senses. Tammy was talking with one of the police officers and Jen was talking to a suit. Both holding an unconscious man by his hair. He tried to intervene and was almost killed by Tammy and Jen. When questioned, rather roughly, that he had followed us here and contacted John.“How do you feel sir?” the EMT asked when he noticed I was moving. “What happen?” I moaned as the dizziness I was feeling faded. “Damn! What happened?” Dove said. “The police shot him in. I watched in stupefied silence as she reached for a beaker of water on the bedside cabinet and drank a little. “They’ve found another tumour in my liver and my oesophagus, my bowel… it’s everywhere, honey.” I looked at her, my gaze roaming over her lovely face, down over the magnificent swell of her breasts and to her hands resting in her lap on top of the blankets. The red nail-varnish was unusually chipped. Everything’s gone to hell. “Surely,” I said in desperation, “in this day and age, they. Marcy knew the kind of talk Lamar wanted and, although reluctant at first, when he viciously pulled her hair and slapped her across the face, she knew she had no choice but to pleasure them in any way they wanted."Oh, yeah, I love the feel of your cock in me! Deeper! Deeper! Yes, yes, that's it, screw your White whore!"Her exhortations, of course, excited the boys even more and Marcy felt her every orifice invaded and stretched as never before."Tell us what you are!" exclaimed Lamar, burying.