She chuckled and led me by the hand to her large greenhouse where she had not only gherkins but cucumbers and tomatoes too. I told her she was so well...organised. That is me’ she said, ‘little miss organised – and just take a look at my prize cactus here’ It was and very prickly. ‘Very impressive’ I said. ‘What does the shape remind you of’ she giggled cheekily ‘But without the prickles – ouch!’ I looked again, the slight bend in the middle, the bulbous tip, yes she was right. I kissed her full. "All right, I'm sorry." The man said comically, and then shoved the entire length in with no further ceremony.The white man made a sound like he was choking. A gurgling, primal noise. But he barely had time to cry in pain as the big black dick began moving inside him. He was fucked mercilessly by the man. He began to cry and scream. The pain consumed him as he was perfectly raped.Then they all jumped on him at once. Were there four, or six, or eighteen? He couldn't tell. But there were giant. I knew what he wanted, so I placed my wrists in the small indents to the side and my head in the large center one. The top of the stock came down and locked me down. I was chest-to-the-floor on my knees, spreading them as wide as possible. I wasn’t going anywhere.I could see the men putting on their trousers, being handed to them from trouser racks by the staff. Everyone poured another brandy and relaxed into conversation, watching me as the center of things but talking about business and. It's become clich?d, but hey, it works! I mean, do you honestly think that people in our world would suddenly legalize female based slavery? Since I know of at least a few artists out there who get this concept reversed, let me explain what happens when females seriously outnumber us guys. It means there are five women for every man. If a woman wants to be the mate of any given man, she had better work her ass off, because the competition would be Fierce, (the capital F is on.