I saw him smiling with his white pearl teeth glistening in the dim light…I turned around and tried to run. But soon I fell straight into the arms of...the first black guy. I recognized him; it was the same man I had met at the bar.Then I knew my ass was in big trouble now.One of them stood behind me and he shoved two fingers into my mouth. He made me gag and I tried to bite those nasty fingers.He slapped my face and a second guy pushed down to my knees; then he shoved his thick black cock into my. Phil owned her, so only his feelings mattered. The sense of liberation that gave him was extraordinary. It was belied by how wet her cunt was, a wetness totally at odds with the expression of fear and pain on her face. He fingered her, far from gently, pulling on her clit, rubbing it, invading her with his fingers. And, sure enough, her face began to soften. "You have to cum right here in the bar," he ordered. "Quietly, bitch." His fingers began rubbing her clit and g-spot, catching them in a. Her tongue was quick as it licked and probed around the head of my throbbing cock. It felt wonderful, then she stopped, spitting on her fingers to moisten them she began to prepare her sister for my entry. Twice she used her saliva to moisten Rena’s beautiful very dark brown arsehole. Rena’s body was superb. Her tits were full and round; her cunt was a beautiful pale pink in contrast to her coffee colored skin. Her wetness was clearly visible. I wondered if there had been some fore play between. He was in his midfifties; rake thin with a skull-like face that seemed to be all harsh linesand angles. His wiry hair was speckled with grey, the colour almost matchingthe soft expensive grey of his lightweight suit. His ebony skin showed offthe very pale blue of his Italian cotton shirt, worn without a tie and openat the neck. The woman was only in her twenties, not tall but slim with a muscular, boyishfigure and small pointy breasts. She was dressed mannishly, like the guards,in a.