I yelped with pain and tried to wriggle free, but he held me tight. I gasped as he suddenly pulled my blouse apart, buttons flying everywhere, exposin... my chest. Stupidly, for a second I wondered how I was going to explain the damage to my boss.Nat: One of the buttons hit me in the head, and I looked up involuntarily to see Amy, red in the face, grimacing as her breasts were mauled. I wanted to look away again, but the scene had a dreadful pull on me, and I couldn’t. After a while the guard. It just had ‘Bar’ written on it in big red letters. We called it ‘Jacks Bar’ for two reasons; Jack was the owner, and people who went there had ‘Jack’. I sat down at the back of the bar, and made myself comfortable. I was a little bit nervous because I had not seen Jesse in well over five years. We went to high school together, and grew up in the same neighborhood. After high school, Jesse moved to California to pursue her career in design, and I stayed in Montreal to pursue my. So many and so strong that we have to bleep/silence them rather than the bestial action! “What a dirty fucking Paki whore”, “Paki dogslut”, etc.Once the dog has licked her to her first, noisy, orgasm, she brings her legs up and together and rolls onto her side to catch her breath, giggling and gasping. Drew grabs her legs and pulls them open again, forceful but she doesn’t resist. “No, whore… You haven’t pleased him yet… My boy needs some Paki pussy to fuck…”She edges down a little on the bench. ....................I looked down at my hard on and burned for relief. The dream was so vivid, the girl was so real. I quickly lay back down slipping my shorts of completely and stroked myself vigorously to completion with my eyes closed and Graces sweet face etched on to the back of my eye lids. I thought I should feel silly, I even tried to feel silly but all I could think of was Grace. Not being an expert on dreams I figured she had to be a real person. She may be someone I walked right by.