”“Sensible? How can I be sensible about being gang ****d by a gang of Africans? Tell me, I want to hear this!”“Okay, I'll outline the options....You can go the cops and put your case forward how, like it says, you came to the city to be a sex slave but it hasn't gone according to plan for you so you want me charged with ****. Well, not only me but the guys who ****d you I guess. You'll tell them the guys were from Togo. They'll check and find out the only men from Togo in New York all have. You roll over to face me, your lips meeting mine frantically trying to undo my jeans and belt to free my cock. You manage this easily, its as though you’ve been rehearsing it in your dreams. You remove them along with my boxers to expose my throbbing cock. Without hesitation you break our kiss and engulf it, swallowing it whole, your lips against the base of my shaft. I hear you gag as it passes your gullet. You feel incredible the pleasure is so immense. You let me slide out unveiling my cock. Amy had no idea how long she had been lying there, only that she was stiff, hungry and thirsty. She screamed and screamed and screamed until her throat was so hoarse that all she could was whisper. No one came.Her mind finally cleared. She rolled over and began to study the room. It seemed like an empty bedroom in a house that had been recently vacated. She struggled to her feet. She hopped around the room examining the walls, two boarded up windows and a closed door. She backed up to it and. .Soon, Roma realised that Donald could only get it up calling a woman his whore. Not that she minded, as that made her wet, but with Donald, there was not even a pretence of ladylike foreplay. Every sentence was orders and every sentence ended with the word whore.So she told Donald about her boring husband and how she got wet being called a whore. He ordered her to show him. She took off her sopping panties, rubbed them to his nose. He smirked, told his whore to take his cock up her ass and.