”I did as I was told. After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and this beautiful creature walked out before me. I knew that body. I’ll ne...er forget it. She was wearing a tight red dress with no back, white thigh-high stockings with red stiletto heels, and her hair was blond with bangs and tied in a French braid. Matching red nails, to boot.“Nikki?” I asked, walking up to her, taking her hand.“Bret, Please let me explain,” she begged. Before she could say another word, I took her. She wants me to give one of you guys head."Hearing me say this made them laugh and swear and whoop it up a little. I felt slightly relieved. Maybe they'd take pity on me. I smiled back nervously."Jesus fuck," another black man, this one tall and lanky, said, "I figure I seen it all now."He stepped towards me and I instinctively held my hands in front of my chest, clutching my purse in terror. I looked at the ground in front of me, afraid to meet his eyes."You have any cash in that purse. "The smile faded quickly as I reached the top of the hill where a too large collection of markers and monuments were the memories of the rise and fall of a family. I could still hear my grandmother telling me the stories when we would visit what she called "the knoll of death with the tree that weeps."I kneeled before the new marble slab, shiny with the dampness, and read the sharply chiseled inscription:And this was my belovedSara Jane LaneWife of Tom, Mother of Sara AnneForever part of their. My pussy began leaking its sweet juices onto my fingers as the heat built up in my body.So intent on playing with myself and watching the activities in the arena, I did not see what was about to happen. An arm was around my neck and a huge hand covered my mouth preventing me from making a sound. I felt hot breath on my neck and ear as I struggled to free myself, but I was held tight."Well, well, what have we here? " a harsh voice whispered in my ear. His free hand grabbed my hand that had been.