I pulled the guy off of her and he took a swing at me. I hit him hard in the gut and then on the back of the neck and he went down.I was just about to...give him the boot when he yelled out, "Please, no more, I'm sorry, I promise it will never happen again. I was at the bar and must have drank a little too much."I looked over at the little lady and she said that the drunk was a regular customer. Usually when he drank too much he would get a room and sleep it off. This time he just went to. 5 inches back to my 4 studs to get me to the holy grail of a stretched pussy they all came over my upturned gusset and i went to work again after a couple of minutes i had 8 inches in me i was enjoying this a lot in fact i could come right off the dildos and straight back on again at will and i did a lot my pussy mixed with black cum and pussy juice was well up for the punishment a couple of times i got off and licked the excess cum up and dribbled it back on the gusset of my panties i noticed. Like her face, her writing didn’t convey much feeling. Until the last entry. It was the only part where she’d shown emotion.The last entry was written the night before her execution. In it, she pondered who she could have been if she’d not been born poor. If she’d been her boss’s daughter. If she’d been related to a high-ranking member of the Party. If she’d been born in a rich country like Japan or in Europe or a person in a bootlegged movie she’d seen from America or Hong Kong, those movies. “Don’t you worry, I’m sure that Abby will pass her test too,” she smiled trying to sooth his impatient nerves. “I know what will help,” she grinned guiding his left hand to the warmth between her legs.“Mom, you’re so crazy. I think you have sex on your mind twenty-four hours a day.”“Not quite, I do have to sleep but do dream most nights of sex too,” she laughed. “Let Mommy make you feel better,” Karen smiled as she unzipped the metal fly on Brad’s shorts. She slid her hand inside the opening.