A leg stuck out and sent her sprawling to the ground.Morgan lay on the dirty ground, in a ball, arms over her head while the men formed around her. �...�Dirty little whore. Slut. White Whore” “Let’s clean the slut up a little.” Morgan felt a stream of hot piss on her head, then another.” The men were laughing. “AGGGHHH” Morgan let out a scream as she was jerked up to her knees by her hair. “Open your mouth bitch.” A boot gave her a jolt. “Open up.” Morgan’s mouth was wide open as a steam. As he talked, however, new tears began streaming down her face, and she looked up at him desolately. “No, we wouldn’t. Yeah, we still love each other, we’re still family. You’re sure right there, it was crazy, unexpected, and if we’d known beforehand, we’d never have done it. But we did. Boy, did we ever. What we did, what we had last night…I can’t even start describing what I feel, how I felt, what I’m feeling about it.”Jeff listened in silence as Brianna fidgeted, even scooting closer. He was very slow initially, and as I became comfortable with the sensation I backed up so that my body was against his, and then started moving back and forward repeatedly. Then he started to take control of the rhythm, and I put my head down on the bed, and grabbed my ass with both hands, spreading myself so he could penetrate me all the way. It felt electric. We went at it for a little while, and finally he pulled out, with a plop sounding, and starting stroking himself right over my face. I. “I know you think I acted dishonourably, Jack, but what would you have done in my place?” He did not give me time to reply – which was just as well as I had no answer to his question – and continued. “The girl would have been showing by the time we reached Calcutta, and no man, however keen for advancement, would marry a pregnant woman. She would have had to return to England and be left on the dockside at Southampton, with no money, no family, and a bastard. Any one of them is a trigger for.