She was fifteen minutes fashionably late, the bitch. My cock was already sore from pushing so hard at the front of my pants. She offered me a cheek to...kiss, then sat down and ordered a martini. We made a few minutes of small talk before she laid it right on the table."I've never taken a cock in my ass without a drink in me first, and my apartment bar has no vermouth. Settle up and let's go; its only three blocks." We walked almost in silence, my body seven inches behind the tip of my cock. I. I must have been the first white girl he had ever been with because he fucked me hard for about one minute before he was groaning and shooting his spunk inside my cunt to mingle with George's spunk. I loved it. All I remember is that the men were older; much older than George. They all seemed like wild tribesmen, so they must have loved getting between the legs of such a young, white girl. A couple of them were brown and a couple were jet black, but they all loved fucking me and everyone of. The sun just beginning to rise shone low amber rays onto her bronzed skin as she ran headlong into it. The streets were still sleepy this time of morning.Only a single plain white postal delivery van pottering along the road slowly, stopping occasionally. She liked to make a race out of it, trying to keep up with the van. The van was always there, trundling down the road in his van at this time of day. Sometimes it made less stops, sometimes it made more, she always however loved to get an. Others returned wet, having left their opponents in the middle of some distant body of water.A young woman Leena had never met misjudged her return, falling at least ten feet to the ground below. She screamed in pain as she landed wrong and collapsed, then disappeared. She’d either be nearby, hiding until she could be healed, or, if she could, she might have returned home. Leena would try Seeking the girl after the battle. For now, she was supposed to save her strength in case she was needed to.