” I said, and saw his confusion.“They both had these huge, curved daggers under their jackets but the guy who stabbed me seemed to work himself up...into a rage, and grabbed a small steak knife off a nearby table to attack me. The second man was reacting to the attack, and actually pulled his dagger.”“It’s called a Janbiya or, sometimes, khanjar, and it is a traditional dagger and is mostly ceremonial, though the Kurds have made something of a fetish over executing prisoners with theirs.” he. By now they were all around us. We stood there back-to-back. One of them grabbed me by the face and slipped his hand up the front of my legs. The look on his face changed fast. "Hey, niggas, these here ain't bitches. These be little bitchboys." The others howled with laughter. "Nice paint job, bitch" said the one facing Marcia. "You wanna be girls? Well den, we gonna treat you like girls." We were too scared to speak back."So what's yo name baby?" One of them asked Marcia, grabbing her hair.. Bill finally pulled her head away; he told her he was going to cum if she sucked it anymore. He soon had his cock buried deep in my pussy and my legs were up around his ears as he plowed my bare pussy again.Oh my God, I didn’t know anything could feel that good. I was soon screaming in another mind-blowing orgasm as he pumped me full of sperm. We uncoupled and I felt his cock pull from my thoroughly fucked pussy.Jill not only watched, but asked if Bill would do her too. It took a little while. She resigned rather than being sacked. Moreover she resigned before the management were even contemplating sacking her. She just didn't like the woman she had to work with, who kept giving Jacqui orders and who would never do what Jacqui told her to do.The pattern was becoming established; Jacqui couldn't or wouldn't keep a job and her employment record started to look bad.Some jobs she lost for different reasons, usually refusing to sleep with the boss, man or woman.It was through Queenie, a.