They had not had a proper lynching in her county since 1954, but they had never brought a captive black to one of the meetings before. Mike hunker...d down on the platform and looked at the prostrate black man. He spoke in an almost gentle, friendly voice. “You know who we are, boy?” “Yessuh, Ise knows. You be the Klan!” Clyde replied, his head bobbing like one of those statues you put in the rear window of your Ford. Mike reached down and rubbed. There was no way she could take this, take his huge cock into her tight, unused core. With all her strength she tried to push him away, make the pain stop, but he held her still, her strength no match to his. “Shhhh…” he whispered in a deep voice. “Stay still, the pain will subside soon.” Her eyes met his, and she was overcome with all the emotion she could read in them. There was passion and desire, but also a sense of sadness. He didn’t want to hurt her she realized. It pained him to do so. Seeing her juice coat his cock and balls. Oh god...Watching them was such sweet torment. There was jealousy. But jealous ofher. Oh I wanted to feel a man in me like that. And there was lust.Wanting to join them. Wanting to kiss and lick and suck anything theywould allow me to. Wanting to crawl between his legs and lick from hisballs to her ass and back.They were so hot. So beautiful together. The passion they shared for eachother was obvious. The knowledge of each other's needs and bodies. Vo boli ok but raj pls dhire dhire fir mene land uske gand ke ched pe rakha nd dhire se dhakka diya meri aadhi topi uski gand pe zaa chukii thin d vo bhot chilla rahi thi Raj please aree eesuuuu mar gayiiii aree nikolo please mene Socha agar dhire dhire dalunga to nahi dalne degi nd use drad bhi jydaa hoga mene fir zatak se dam se zorrr se zatka lagaya addha land uskii gand me nd uski halat dekhne jse thi yarroo dard ke mare mere se chutne ki kosssis kar rahi thin d aakho me se asssu nikal rahe.