John responded by placing his own hands on her hips, then stroking up and down her sides.Gail added, "You have made us all glad, John."He smiled and b...ushed, unable to find anything to say."John," Elizabeth whispered, "your touch feels so nice to me. I'm so anxious, and at the same time afraid, to take the next step. This feels safe to me, in between. Will you touch me and kiss me for a while? Maybe you can let my blood tonight."John had never heard that turn of phrase. A near-virgin himself. "White girl, want some black cock in her, doesn't she" I said.I moaned out, "Oh yes"He spread my legs apart a little more and his big strong hands grabbed onto my hips and position himself to violate me and my white pussy. I felt the heat from his cock nearing my pussy and felt his head brush up and down my pussy lips. He teased my wet and wanting pussy a little bit more then plunged the head of his cock into my pussy and it felt like the fourth of July in my head and body. He pushed deeper and. The girls reached out their hands but did not move away to help her. Soon they closed their eyes and looked away. She was being held up and made to walk by two larger threshers with metal rings in their ears and metal head bands. They looked slightly different than the threshers that had held the girls captive during the gathering. They were mostly silent, a few grunts and words like Keep moving and Eyes to the ground, slave. Was all she heard for over two miles of walking. She could see a. She walked around in front of me and removed her shirt and bra. I was staring at the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Her small brown nipples were hard as steel. I didn't know if she was turned on by what she was doing to me, or if it was just the cold air in the room. Suddenly the blowing air stopped. Then, it started again, but this time, it was warmer. I'd say about 100 degrees and humid as a Louisiana swamp. That's when she dropped the schoolgirl skirt. My torturer was.