What was not withheld, however, was her being ravished by this hulking coal-black convict, and how he unleashed his pent-up demand in her body. Using ...he agreed-upon rules of the interview against her, the coal-black man had her on her back, her skirt above her waist, and legs splayed in short order, giving her the bliss all women desire of a lover, as well as his release virile black seed into her unprotected and possibly fertile womb. He was strict with her, and not abusive, though it was a. ‘Pardon me. This is my room. What are you doing in here?’ he asked. Julia gaped at him. Who the hell did he think he was? At that moment, her cell phone went off. ‘Hello? Julia? This is Britney. Before I say anything else, Jack and I are so sorry.’ ‘What’s going on?’ whispered Julia fiercely. Britney, Jack’s fiancee, replied immediately, ‘The hotel messed up the rooming. You’ll have to share the suite with the best man.’ ‘And that would be who?’ Julia asked. ‘Is there a tall, brown haired man,. I opened the door. To my surprise, it was not Bobita, but her mother, Parul. She is a big fat lady, around 40, with huge boobs and a great ass that swings this way and that as she walks, as I had noticed her ass swinging when she used to help Bobita out with the daily household work. She could smell the whiskey in my breath and smiled. “Waiting for Bobita? Why not me? What is there so special in my daughter, Bobita, that is not there in me?”Before I could answer she made her way inside and. ..the bitch ain't supposed to talk, just take dick...' Bruce looked down at me and grabbed my left ear pulling me up saying '...you heard the man turn your sorry ass around...' Bruce spent me around seizing my wrist as I turned and twisted my arm up pushing me over to the 4' high dividing wall. Bruce snatched me over the wall and cautioned me '..you better not move...' I laid over the wall till Bruce returned and I felt his feet push mine apart. I felt a liquid being poured between my buttocks.