. You call that a hit?" Beth looks at her and then you again. This time she raises the stick and brings it down hard on your chest. The pain is immedi...te. You can feel the welt starting to raise. Your chest burns but not as bad as your ass. Maggie tries to shove it in again, and you feel like you are being ripped in two. You try not to but a small cry escapes your lips. And immediately Beth whacks you again with the stick. A single tear rolls down your cheek. Maggie tries again, you cry out and. “My friend needs a good white cunt, babe; could you do that for me?” He asked again.Jerome arranged the meeting for next evening at a nice hotel in a near city. I drove myself almost one hundred miles, but Jerome told me it would worth it…His friend was a huge black guy called Bartholomew; after meeting me, he asked to call him just “Bart”.We had some few drinks at the lobby and then we go to his room.No pleasure games, no loving care, no kisses, just wild sex…First he dragged me by the hair to. Gradually they broke the kiss and Mayfield lay back on the bed. Mandy turned and walked back to the door. She turned the lock."What are you doing?" Mayfield asked as she turned back toward him. The gentle hiss of a zipper pulled his eyes to her jacket which dropped to the floor revealing her bare chest. Another hiss and her skirt fell to the floor as well. He gasped as she revealed her body to him.Mandy pulled the covers back and gently reached up under the gown he wore and began to stroke his. I looked over and noticed dylan was waking from the bed. it was time to have some fun. i walked into his room. dylan was looking very confused. i pointed him to sit down at the desk. he walked over, his sneakers made the carpet sound. he sat over and then i made my way, smiling in a scary way.me: hi.dylan: wat they hell why did you have to knock us out? is this how the FBI does it all of the time...wait a minute. me: im not FBI. no not me. you know what i am, im a dog chasing cars. i see one.