Tried to push the cheerleader’s hand off the back of her head, but Rachel, with her other hand, pressed down against my chest, holding both the brun...tte and I immobile. I stared into those eyes as tears built up in them. I watched as the brunette retched, felt her vomit around my cock, still buried in her throat. Her eyes grew unfocused, and I could tell she was on the verge of passing out. “Rachel, enough. Let her breathe-“My phone rang again.I opened my eyes, sitting up in bed. My phone was. .. I insulted her for her religious beliefs, and told her that she was obviously lazy and selfish, or else she would be doing something better than running a flaky little bookshop. Fuming, I went to a bar near the office where I worked as a computer programmer. I didn't particularly like my job, writing low-quality productivity software, but it paid the bills until something better might come along. This particular bar, however, was quite good. Good music, reasonably quiet atmosphere, and. " I mean no harm," Sally stuttered. She was suddenly very afraid as this gang closed in on her.The speaker, obviously the leader, suddenly produced a knife and he pressed the blade against her throat. "What you doin' here pig-bitch?" he asked. "You tryin' to sell a little pussy to us black boys?" Yes," she said. "Please don't hurt me" Well, we ain't buyin no white pussy," the man answered. "We just take what we want. We make slaves out of white pig-bitches. We make them suck our big black cocks. However, on the third trip, I learned first hand what the rumors were all about.We had just finished a grueling day of negotiations with the client and after a quick dinner in the hotel restaurant, Jeff asked me to change out of my business suit, get comfortable, and come to his room to work on the contract. I didn’t think that was an unusual request since we still had so much to do, and I changed into the only casual clothes that I had with me, which were some tight workout shorts and a snug.