I’m Rods uncle. Would you like me to help you up or can you do it your self? That was a pretty hard fall.” “No I'll get my self up and just be o... my way! Rod you fucker don’t ever call me and I never want to see your fucking face nor your dick again.” Blondie says as she gets up and fixes her skirt to where you can’t tell she’s not wearing underwear and struts out the door. Johnny closed the door and looked at Rod. He shook his head and went to the kitchen and got out a bottle of Jack and a. When fate finally threw us soulmates together, we must haveforgotten to actually meet.Maybe you noticed me when we met. There I was...fiercely concentratingon some spreadsheet or something. Just an average serious businesswoman, still in her business clothes. Maybe you noticed my legs ended inhorse hooves instead of feet. Or perhaps you were put off by the largebulge in my skirt. For some reason you never said hello. It's a shamereally, I'm still a great woman on the inside.You should have said. He then placed his rod between her cheeks as he ground into her ass. She could feel her juices running down her legs. She was soaked! They drew a crowd around them as she was lost in her daze. The camera guys were making their way around the room and soon zoomed in on their dancing. Everyone now could see what was going on as they looked up at the big screen showing this white girl being ravished by 2 black men on the dance floor. She was loving the hands on her tits and the cocks in front and. After seven rapes and seven facially-directed ejaculations, the next man loosened her ankles from the rough ropes holding her legs apart at the end of the platform, and pushed her legs back towards her torso. She struggled a bit, whether to actually indicate her displeasure at the event or just to de-cramp her legs, I don't know but the man gripped her ankles with strength she could not overcome. Soon, her legs bent almost double at the waist, her hips were raised up, and, as we both feared,.