Accept your fate instead of arguing.I will be gentle with you or else”his eyes pointed at the huge axe near the door.The eyes were dead serious.He h...d the look of a killer.I thought for a moment and realized that it was anyway lost cause.This man is going to rape me either ways.At least I can keep it secret if I could hide it.I wish he does it quick and gentle.He sort of read the defeat from my eyes.He slowly released the hold from my hands and gave me a nice kiss in my mouth.This was the first. I pulled her shirt open. Pale skin, lacy black bra - and I scooped it over her tits to expose them. Nice big areolas and ruby-red nipples that were already rock hard and good for sucking. I got to work on her tits while she undid my belt and zip and pushed my trousers down my legs with her feet. My cock sprung out, and I could feel the precum against my boxers as I sucked and nibbled one of Lorraine's sweet nips, then the other. She gasped as I bit a little harder on her left nipple while. "Oh babe, you are so fucking tight in there. You feel so freakin' hot. This is my hole, not Matt's, so don't let him in here. It's our private place." said Marc to Lisa. She was busy rubbing her clit as her lover began to take long strokes in and out of her ass. He felt so wonderful inside her and she felt a huge orgasm building deep in her loins.Matt stared in disbelief. "That fucking son of a bitch! Even if I do lose her, I'll kill that fucker. I hate that fucking bastard!!" Matt screamed. Africa and India, cousins under the skin.” I interjected, “Except that soul food’s really a great deal Indian at root. The other Indians, that is.” Sandra smiled and said, “I really do think you need to elaborate on that little piece of heresy.” I smiled back and said, “Seriously, the basics of Southern cooking came from the Indians in the Southeast.” Dave frowned, “How?” “Because in the early 1700s, in South Carolina probably a quarter of the slaves were Indians. The British were allied.