With about ten inches in, a quiet gurglingsoundcame from Barbara's throat as Tony was literally stuffing it the rest oftheway in. Finally, Barbara's l...ps were pressed against Tony's balls as allthirteen inches of hard Black meat lay lodged in Barbara's throat."Ooooh,Baby." Tony yelled out. "You're some fucking slut." Barbara's eyes werewideopen as Tony gave a couple short in and out strokes working his tightfittedcock in her throat. "You're some white fuckin' cocksucker, baby. Yourthroat. "Of course, it's Marcus, so that's not difficult, but she does care for him. I just wish I could understand why she won't go out with him — he's practically begging." She really does only see him as a friend... she wants sexy and handsome and... I don't know what she wants, but Marcus apparently isn't it." I didn't think he was that bad, really. I mean, he needs to do something with his hair, and god knows he could dress a little more adventurously than black jeans, black t-shirt, black. He remembered the noise. Was there someone dressed in green? There was certainly green in there somewhere, but that was just before everything went blank. He decided to ask whoever came in to see him. If he waited, someone would have to come eventually.Someone did come, dressed in a green uniform. Maybe the police here wore green instead of blue?"Anthony Newbury?" the newcomer asked."Yes." You work as a supermarket supply chain manager in London?" You've done your homework, I see," Tony. She was dressed for the business. She noticed that she was nearly alone. Most of the regular whores had vacated the area until police found the killer. She found a place on the block and waited for her first "customer."It wasn't long before a large black sedan pulled up to the curb and a large black man called to her from a partly opened window: "Hey bitch, how much?" Sally approached the car, trying to see the man behind the voice, but the windows were deeply tinted and it was impossible. She.