My ass would be on fire when i awoke, my mouth and jaw aching . what ever they were injecting me with , i was becoming addicted to it.by the forth day...i was hooked and i turned my life over to the gang.i was forced to sign over my car . as i watch them spend the money on d**gs and booze, i was d**gged and in the side bedroom. he walked in.he was a black man, older , maybe mid fifties. i thought maybe this man would be my salvation and help me, ,,,, i was wrong. he started to get undressed, and. As I said before, after Kristin and I would have sex all I would see would be a little bit of her fluid, maybe a drop of or two mine, and little or no swelling or spreading of her labia. In contrast, this time her entire bottom and upper legs were covered with the copious mixture of her juices and his sperm. The wet spot on the sheets under them was actually more like a big pool of messy fluid. The most I ever saw after I had had sex with her was maybe a two inch moist area. This time her labia. The vibrations of her screaming in my now wet cunt were all too much for me to ignore as I felt I was about to cum as well. I was now using her face to fuck myself with. Julie’s body was trembling all over the sybian as she continued her screaming. Now I had both of my hands behind her head and pulling her harder against me. I was fucking her face so hard for my own release that I didn’t care if she could breathe when she suddenly clawed her nails into the side of my leg. My legs started. ." Sit." For what had to be the first time, Mister Armand touched her, pushing her back toward the chair, his hand in the small of her back. He seated himself in his chair and gazed at her over his bridged fingers. "I have several options, here. I can put you all out, and call the INS. I can take your husband's part, and provide him with the materials required to ruin you in a divorce, which leaves several options in dispensing with you. I can take yours, against your husband -- again leaving.