His black hands cupping her ass. Her white hips rising and falling above his dark thighs. And at the center of it all, his big black cock appearing an... disappearing into her whiteness of her body. He moaned and began to fuck her. I mean really fuck her good. Frantically grunting like a rutting animal, his hands were on her hips forcing his entire cock inside her with each downward thrust. Laughing down at him she shimmied her breasts across back and forth over his face. His thrust pushed her. Remember that!’ he grinned back at her. ‘OK, Mr. Smarty, when are you going to properly ask me?’ she challenged. ‘After you and I have picked out a ring that you like.’ ‘Now you’re talking. How about tomorrow?’ She was determined to pin him down. ‘Well, that might be a bit difficult. Both of us are working. How about Saturday morning?’ He had obviously given some thought to this. ‘OK. Saturday morning it is. Am I allowed to tell anyone we’re engaged?’ she asked in her still light mood.. When he broke off kissing me, he stepped back a bit and a hard slap came across my face. Surprised I stammered back a bit before Darren reached out and took hold of my tit again. I had put on a sheer black blouse, short skirt, hose and my favorite stiletto heels, looking like the whore Joe wanted me to look like. Pulling me back towards him by my tit, Darren slapped my face hard several times more, "You're my fuckin' whore now bitch" he said to me sternly. With that he grabbed hold of my hair. Not alive anyway.’ Shocked Josh asked, ‘What do you mean. Who is Alexei Romanich?’ Lifting up her chin, defiantly challenging him to be shocked, Katrina answered the man, knowing what he was going to think of her. ‘He runs the biggest white slave trade out of Eastern Europe. He takes young girls who think they are coming to the West for a better life, and puts them in Brothels around Europe. I was brought over three months ago, and until a month ago was working in a house in Nottingham when he.