Her stomachwas in knots, she had no idea whose car she was in or where she was going.Her heart thudded in her ears, drowning out the sound of the radi... and hummingcoming from the front seat. It was another hour before the car pulled to a stop. Again she felt the casebeing lifted and carried, she could hear the crunching of gavel under the man'sfeet and then the sound of doors opening and closing as she was carried intothe house. Gently the case was put onto the floor and she heard the. Nothing keeps them out. There's no bouncer, no sign saying "Y Chromosomes Stop Here" outside the door. I suspect men do come in from time to time, maybe have a beer, then figure out that they don't belong and leave. But, it's not a lesbian bar. There are no lesbian bars out here. It's just a place that men don't belong.Outside, it's brisk, just cold enough to crinkle my nipples through the thin fabric of my blouse. Inside, it's much warmer, hot even, from the press of bodies. People seem. ‘Mmm, caro, caro. Can I have some more,’ she said looking back again through hooded lashes. I smiled and moved, pushing half of my erection into her, and placed both hands on her hips. Now I started moving more solidly back and forth inside her. The feeling on my cock was amazing, warm and soft like a velvet condom. ‘Arna, angel. Here it is,’ I said and thrust the rest of my erection into her, pulling her on as I did so and holding her there. ‘Gran Dio,’ was Gianna’s response. ‘That is good.. Her pussy’s soaking,” I heard him say as I tried to squirm away. I cried out for Jameel as the stranger held me in place. “What’s happening, Jameel?” I yelled.Jameel strutted over and I was shocked to see that he wore only boxers. His huge dick was clearly erect.“So, all that time I was calling you white girl, it seems I should have been calling you white slut,” he said in a stern tone. “Let me tell you, Katey, the contract you’ve signed and the money you’ve accepted allow me to use the video.