Sleep wouldn’t come, the sensations coming from my cunt were too powerful but l didn’t want to stop. It was as if l could feel Frank’s cock ins...de me not that vibrator. As l relived what had happened l could feel his hands on my body, those rough calloused fingers invading my body. I turned up the power of the vibrator, stuffing the quilt between my legs to muffle the noise. I mumbled his name as l relived how he had struck me, the pain from my bottom, the stinging blows to my breasts. . I brought my boyfriend into the living room and introduced them. They weren’t happy. I didn’t understand and my mother dragged me out of the room. “What’s wrong?” I asked her.“You can’t date him.”“WHY?”“You just can’t.”“I need a reason why!” I was getting so upset. What was wrong with him that I couldn’t be with him.“He’s you’re…” She bit her lip as she looked at me.“He’s my what???” My mother sighed looking defeated.“Before you were born your father and I had been expecting a c***d. One that. She was scolding them for no reason.The girl next to me was reasonably annoyed. She smiled at me and exclaimed, that was her grandma, who was sick. She introduced herself as’Rathna the other girl was her elder sis’ Swapna’. I said my name likewise. The lady was upset to Rathna for talking to a strange man. In the dim light, I could see both girls were smiling. Rathna and I was talking slowly. My right hand and her left hand was touching constantly, because our hand rest was attached together.. When her mouth came to his organ, she kissed it the full length with slavish fervour, whilst cradling the stillsoft, large ‘banana’ of black male flesh in her small white hands. Already that ‘banana’ had begun to swell a little; soon it would be a far larger ‘bone’. Julia repeated her ministrations with Ahmed, whilst Quentin looked on, grinning with lustful cruelty. He almost had to pinch himself to make sure he was not dreaming. The woman doing this was Julia.Julia Chant! Incredible! And.