Faith gasped, Zeke pulled out so they could all hear any noises she might make. She groaned, moaned, whimpered, pleaded for Larry to stop; moaned and ...himpered when he did, then pleaded for Larry to carry on. He took it all the way till his balls hit her ass, then he pulled out slowly and stopped with just the head inside. She begged for him to ram it in, she begged for him to fill her up, to fuck her hard. This Larry did.He fucked her harder and harder as her cries got louder and louder. Zeke. Average was the only thingsomeone could remember after seeing this man. Despite the President'sstance on smoking, this man lit up a cigarette, pausing every so oftento tap the ashes into a portable ashtray that was hidden behind the faceof his watch."It's really happening, isn't it?" the President asked. "We're actuallyabout to have this conversation."The cigarette smoking man nodded. It was all the gesture he needed tomake, but he still said, "It's long overdue."The President turned his head. They looked a bit like twins, nearly the same size and color."Now these two, they had different momma's, yessah. Would you believe it?"He grabbed one girl by the thigh and turned her about. "This here one, we calls Yasmine. Her momma was a'octaroon, beautiful woman, and," he said as he grabbed the other young girl and spun her about, "this is Violet, an' her dam were a high-yeller mulatto, yessir, a fine piece she was, too. Hated t'sell her." How old are they?" I asked, not knowing what else to. I had no idea how she had managed to endure. Several times, I had to fight with my stomach to keep it from expelling my lunch.Stella even insisted that I stay with her while she did the pee in a cup thing. “Are you okay?” the doctor mouthed to me when she saw my face.“I’m dying, just listening to what she had to endure,” I sighed quietly. The doctor gave me a weak smile of encouragement. I’m sure it had affected her, too, and she had already gone through this with some of the other girls this.