I just stood there; the black man stood in front of me and pinched my nipples as hard as he could. I bit back the scream and he just smiled; then he h...t me in the stomach and I fell on all fours. “Well, well, Paddy, you go on first… get this nice slut ready for my cock” said the black man.I noticed the read head man got behind me, dropped to his knees and I heard him unzip his pants, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. I braced for what I knew was going to happen. Paddy pressed his hard. "But I didn't like what you made me--" Cassandra!"Cassie gasps at her mother's sharp voice, and now Dorothy's silhouette appears in faint contrast to the gray. A much smaller figure trots up to her mother. Cassie sees the outline of her curls around her neck and shoulders."Yes, mother?" little Cassie answers in a meek voice.The figure of Dorothy pauses, and Cassie takes a cautious step forward. The pall slowly withdraws from the tableau, but its edges roil as if the slightest disturbance would. It was mid way through the second week, I was sat in some shit british pub with the lads, supping a beer when I saw Karen and a couple of the other girls chatting to a small group of black guys on the pavement. Moments later the girls came to sit with us and suggested that we go to some club that night and everyone agreed. After all clubbing was the whole reason we were on the island of Ibiza and the girls seemed to be excited about going to this particular club. I didn't have to guess as to. His cock was already getting hard as he continued to talk about noticing how aroused I got while watching the movie. I was really embarrassed and stammered for some type of response. I managed to get out that it was just the newness of seeing something like that for the first time, remembering what he'd said to me while he was fucking me. Remembering him telling me he would have me gang fucked...and now he had some friends coming over. As we stood in the kitchen, his hands on my ass.