She was mortified at everything that was being made do, but the next thing was so awful she could hardly think about it. ? Thank you Miss?. Jane smile..., what must the poor woman be going through. ? Your welcome dear, what are friends for?. The comment was like a slap across the face to Claris who broke down and cried. Jane and Paul left the girls alone. Jane telling them they would be back in one hour. ? We want little speeches from each of you detailing what you are doing. I suggest you take. It was cold but we werent really caring about weather since we would spend most of our time in bed.During the drive up to the hotel where we would be staying my Aunt and I spoke about what we could do and get up to while we have all the time in the world. My Aunt then brought up the topic of anal sex. We had spoken about it a little before but never actually tried it yet. She instructed me to have a lookin her bag and when i did i found alot of paper. She had done research on anal sex and. I could make out the emboldened guys chanting, 'fuck the slut' ringing in my ears.Then I felt his cock start to pulse and I knew my pussy was about to get flooded. Then a booming voice from behind me yelled down "Take this you indian slut". It was at that moment that I realised I was being fucked by a black guy. Not that I was in any position to do anything about that. He pushed one last thrust and I felt the rush of his cum pumping deep into my belly.The other guys cheering him on as he called. There was no more fight; she was on her knees, mentally as much as physically, one bunch of emotions and sensations. If he hadn’t known that she needed just that, he would maybe have felt a little sorry. As he was riding her ass again, it broke out of her between sobs. “I’m so sorry, sir, I’m sorry! I’m yours, yours, yours, I know, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” He bent over her, pressing her down hard and with his cock in her ass. “No more ‘But’ then? No more refusals and discussions?” “No, I.