Her eyes glistened and her lips curved at the end as if to smile. "Finish it" she said, "w-what?" "Finish it. I want to see you finish it. I haven't s...en anyone do that for so long."She stepped towards me, slapping me around the thigh. "Fucking finish it" she said, "Or I'm telling her. Or perhaps you need a bit of help." I nodded, not out of wanting her to do anything, but I was so stunned. She walked towards me, grabbing my cock. She tugged harshly on my cock, as I could feel myself letting go. .” Tiffany moaned. “She fuckin’ needed it...” he told her quietly. He stepped aside and Carol saw the sight of Tiffany now in Holly’s place, the two black men beginning to pound into her pussy and ass as Holly kissed her while squeezing the socialite’s small breasts. The man in her ass grabbed her hair and jerked her back. “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!” she yelled, being impaled on his massive cock. The man in her pussy suddenly thrust upwards and gasped and Carol saw the look of pleasure on. She threw herself into her leather chair and gasped for air. She felt good. She had been keeping all of that rage inside her and now it was out. Being nice to idiots was not her style and she wasn't going to change.The next day Sandra arose late and spent the day shopping for clothes. She also did some grocery shopping. It was late in the afternoon when she arrived at the office. The parking garage was empty. Sandra had never felt safe in the garage after her abduction. She parked, took her bag. So, with a broad smile, I got her attention and indicated the chair across the table from me. I offered the young lady a seat. "Would you like to join me and sit here?" The young lady seemed shy and hesitant. She cast her eyes to the floor and did not respond. At first, I thought I was getting a brush off. I then remembered some of my high school world geography lessons. India no longer had a caste society. However, many of the women from there were not nearly as assertive or self-confident.