Katrina could hear the cruel men outside, rounding up the women who had survived that assault. The men who weren't dead were killed – run through by...the swords of the butchers who wore the royal colors. They also killed the women who were not favored with youth or beauty. The men didn't belong to the King of Spain – they belonged to the Church – they were...Incuisitores!The dungeon wagon arrived at the gypsy's flaming campsite a few minutes later. The surviving women were loaded up or thrown. I lowered my face to her butt hole and put my toungue there.she was moving like a cobra on the bed.I took her anus hole in to my mouth and started sucking it.I put my toungue deeply in to her hole taking her juices and tasting a very lovely anus smell taste.Lick lick lick was my obsession and i am fulfulling it with intense of greatness.I layed on the bed asked her to come on to my face.she could not refuse and she came on top of me as her butt hole is just few inches away from my mouth.I. Before we knew it we woke up in a basement of a old clothing store, they had put something on a cloth and as we inhaled it put us to sleep.They were both African American, claimed to be a married couple, he was well over 6ft with a athletic type body, and she was skinny with a plump round butt and very huge boobs. my boyfriend and I were both only wearing our underwear, and i had my bra on still, but was tied and gagged in a chair as we looked at each other from the room we were in. the Black. I asked her whether she loved any one when she was in the college. She said yes. I asked whom. One of my classmates. Then why did you marry dad. She said at that time I was afraid of expressing my love. I said he has missed a beautiful wife. She smiled and asked me why I asked her this question. I said simply mom. This time she asked me whether I loved any one. I said yes mom. She asked me what her name is. I said Sandya. Did you say that you love her? I said no mom. This time I again asked her.