As i got close to the door, i leaned back against the wall and looked in the mirror to catch the reflection of what was going on. When i looked at the...mirror i couldnt beleive my eyes. I could see a black guy, over 6 ft tall, bald head and built like a bull, standing up while having his hands grabbing my moms head from the back. My mom was on her knees with her black maxi dress still on and had his cock inside her mouth while he was facefucking her violenty. I could hear my mom gagging and. Until now!”The entire drive to the Brothel, Steve was on auto pilot stewing over the injustices that had been heaved upon him. It was late afternoon when he thumped on the heavy brothel door. Charles the doorman, not yet in his uniform opened the door. Steve barged past the old man demanding to speak with the Brothel Madam. The angry voice brought the bouncer running into the room. Cliff, whose name aptly described the sheer size of the man, had a way of bringing calm to any situation. With. The defiled young housewife clenched her eyes tightly shut and helplessly remembered it all as though she were watching a movie recording the degradation she had just been subjected to -- the beginning when she had heard the tape of her husband Tommy and his best friend's wife Grace; that first moment when it became clear what Fred Furness had in mind for her, followed by her helpless fear and humiliation when he had dropped his head down between her legs; and then, finally, the wild twisting. “I kinda want to swing Tarzan style from those vines.”Axel laughed. “Ha! Me too! Hell, why not? Could be a faster way to travel.”Roddrick spoke, he had been listening to their fantasies. “It would be but there may be monsters higher up that you cannot see.”Axel took Roddrick’s words like a bucket of cold water; he let the fantasy die. “Fine. So much for fun. How do we traverse this place?”“By going up or down the floors. The higher or lower you go the more dangerous it gets, in theory.”“We know.