Per mere khushi jada der ki nai thi….Wo apni jeans neeche karke wapas apne old position pe aa gaye…Aab mere mu per uski chut rakhe the…Jo ki kaf... geele thi…Maine kafi logo ki story padhi hai aur sab baatate hai ki chut bare delicious hoti hai per dosto mere experience se choot utni v tasty nai hoti hai….Uski chut ka pani ekdum namkeen tha…Per excitment me maine jada fhikr nai ki aur main uske chut chatne me laga hua tha…Wo mere sare mu pe apni chut ka pani laga chuki thi…Kavi akvi to uske. " Slow, you're not kidding. But I really want to know who the murderer is. Thank again, Mike."Joyce left me to get on with my work and I thought no more about that little card. Until, I was clearing my desk later in the day, that is. I picked it up and after little more than a cursory glance threw it in the waste bin.But you know how it is, you read something quickly and it's a few moments before you realise what you have just read. When I realised what I had actually just seen, I dug the card. Sweaty. Dirty. Disgusting. What would Lisa think if she saw me? What would my neighbors say? Trying to hurry is bad enough in shoes but I was barefoot. NOt used to being barefoot and the feet really hurt. Cinders. Hot sidewalk. Rough cracks. Damn...3 blocks seemed like eternity. 3 blocks. 2 blocks. Seeing my car was reassuring but what wasn't was a group of black guys most of whom looked about 20 sitting on my car/leaning against it. "What HAVE we here? Look at this fucking whore....what. My legs and arms trapped inside the holes, handcuffed to the steel bar with no way to extract them, no way to stop it happening. The small leather shelves that supported my thighs obscenely splaying my legs apart. My head secured to the wall with a band, restricting my movement, forcing me to look through a hole at the blank monitor.I felt him caress my ass, running his fingers into the crevice and across my holes. He stopped and inserted two fingers into my cunt, thrusting into the wetness..