" Thank you, now get the hell out of here and catch that bastard. When the rape kit information comes back have it sent to me." With that, the man lef... and Don started the long process of waiting.Sam woke feeling cold, numb, hot and in pain, all of which meant she was alive. She remembered what happened and knew why it hurt like hell to breath, broken ribs. Then she heard someone talking. "Doc., when do you think she's going to wake up? It's been over a week." Sometimes it takes longer. She's. And I've never felt more like a slut.“Tell me you’re my bitch,” you order.I try to comply, but have your friend’s black penis stuffed into my mouth, and can only try to make myself understood as you both laugh at your cross-dressing white whore. I manage to stammer out the words “Master, I’m your bitch” amid the pounding thrusts into my worthless white mouth.You’re fucking me hard now, slamming into me, as the other man gives my face a good shagging. He withdraws briefly, evidently excited, and. I was mortified, convinced that at the point of climax, the loss of control I had experienced meant I had pissed on this beautiful man. He laughed at my shame and explained that I hadn't pee'd, it was the female equivalent of cumming. I wasn't convinced, so he rubbed his hand over my pussy, dipping each finger into me until his hand was slick with my sex and then he brought it to my mouth. Taste it, its your own delicious juice.Tentatively I licked his fingers, surprised at the taste. I had no. ‘How are you?’ ‘OK, thank you, Malcolm,’ I replied, ‘but you didn’t come here just to say ‘Hello’, did you?’ ‘No…’ ‘I’m still thinking about it.’ ‘What could I do to convince you that I’m serious about you?’ Malcolm asked. That’s when I had this brilliant or stupid, depends on your point of view, idea. I would set him a challenge. Now. ‘You could go down on me. Here and now.’ ‘Here?’ ‘Yes. Here. Now. You could slide under my desk, hide under my skirt and…’ ‘I’ll do it. Quick. While there’s no.