Your fingers find the single clasp behind my neck that holds my backless dress together and unfastens it… the soft silk sliding smoothly over the hi...ls and valleys of my body… caressing… stroking… finally coming to rest around my feet in a puddle. Your fingers in my hair, finding and releasing the clip that sends my hair tumbling after my dress… stopping at the middle of my back… silky… your fingers drawn to it… tangling in it… tugging. You allow one hand to reluctantly leave my hair… the. Pulling me off after a few minutes, he slapped my face hard several times, "This fuckin' cunt needs a black cock in her fuckin' cunt" he told the other man. While he did so I managed to look over towards Jaz and I could see her hands tied together and her arms strung over her head as another black whipped her tits. Jerry was off to one side and counting money and not paying attention to what Jaz and I were going through. I felt the chain pull me backwards and turning around I was led over to. The call ended. But there was a moment of silence."I'm texting someone," he said to her. "Let's get started, shall we?"Not that she needed to respond. She gave her consent a while ago and he always knew how to push her limits. It was now time to experience something new.Her senses were fully heightened and she heard the sound of his pants unzipping. Her knees were pushed aside so that he could stand directly in front of her. She knew full well what to expect. Then she felt his presence standing. The bed was warm too. Although the pillow could use some fluffing and the sheets were a bit coarse but it was... She sat up. It was not her bed, not her home, not her car. Where was she? She looked around the interior of, a semi? It must be a semi. She stood up and noticed two things. First, she had no pants, they were folded neatly next to her, and second her pussy was wet as hell and soaking her panties. Was that normal hours after sex? Had something else happen? A door opened and closed..