And he was not a cruel man, not in that sense, but merely ruthless and efficient. That Eva had been his lover for nearly a year might have made some s...all difference. She knew he'd been fond of her once.When the door opened the man might have wanted anything. To feed her, bathe her, give her the heroin Eva was addicted to, or perhaps to finally kill her. The possibilities were endless and she was of no mind to speculate, but could only focus on her base instinct for survival. Eva was already. Rosa looked around for Analisa and saw her sitting next to Marshal Crow and his wife, Miranda. Miranda was wearing one of the Mexican blouses and a long flowing skirt almost identical to the one Analisa wore. Her face was flushed and her long dark hair was combed to fall to her hips in back.They were laughing and talking together like old friends when Analisa looked up to see Rosa wave her free hand over her head.“Come dance with me,” Analisa said as she jumped up and kicked her sandals off her. Her fingers caressed my cheek and then she bent down and kissed me. Her soft lips like velvet against mine. “I want you later,” she whispered before moving on to Jack. His cock was already hard by the time she reached him. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly moved them up and down a few times before bending down and kissed his dark red cock head. She danced into the middle of the deck and bowed deeply, showing me her pink pussy. “Thank you very much, you can tip me later,” she. He was too big for my boyish hole, and I was too tense. Regardless, he kept pushing hard and started entering my rectum inch by inch. It was like I was forced to sit on a pole and I screamed like hell. It turned him on “Scream boy, scream for mercy…”he laughed and kept shoving his meatpole in my rectum.It burned and I could feel my anal walls getting ripped. He was destroying my ass, making a slut out of me. I stretched and sweated and looked up to the blond one with a silent plead for mercy..