I opened the lips wide, and felt the nectar flow from my womanhood. I was dreaming of it being him, not my fingers.Thirty minutes had passed; I was pr...cticing how I would be laying when he came in. On my side did not seem to be good, perhaps on my side with my legs spread back slightly and my body turned somewhat. Maybe on my back, I could not decide the position that would best offer him the opportunity he needed to take advantage of me. I was on my back, legs slightly spread, one set of. He gave a hard thrust and I screamed and had never felt pain like that before, but I knew he was completely inside my pussy. He continued to thrust hard as he massaged my little tits hanging down like tiny cow udders. After a few minutes, the pain began to subside and a new sensation replaced the pain and that was pleasure and I wasn’t sure if it was the pleasure of a cock in my pussy or the thought of being taken in a nasty public restroom by a black man I had met ten minutes before.I was. ”“I told him to. HE listens to my requests. Unlike my Personal Assistant.” Sophia looked much like the star of an earlier generation, Sophia Loren. Shorter, and slightly slimmer, but still with a voluptuous figure, light olive skin, long dark hair, although hers was the darkest shade of red imaginable, a somewhat exotic face and just a trace of an east European accent. Her backstory was still publicly up for speculation, but Jared knew that she was American born of Romanian parents. The rumor. The three rapists were just no match for Tom and me. We had them down and trussed with cable ties so quickly that even we were surprised. We put on our gloves and I proceeded to clip the cocks and bust the balls while Tom crushed the joints. All of the rapists were conscious when we started our post fight treatment, but that didn't last long. Either my knife cutting off a cock head or a blow from the bone cracker was enough to cause the receiver to faint. That did take away some of the fun, but.