He open the cell and said stand up legs apart He took out a a thick felt pen and said stay still I need to write on you what you are so the whole cour... knows what you are He took he pen and wrote WHORE on my tits belly legs bum back even on my for head in big red letters you could miss it HE said you will be taken to court like this and chain to the post out side so everone can see what you are I was begging please just a pair of painties YOU GET NOTHING YOU ARE A FCUKING WHORE he yelled he. Got a uber and drove off!I.Lile exposing cleavages and damn the driver could have smashed his cars once or twice.Anyways I reached the room, and I took out keys and as I thought there would be no one at the room I entered.Now being a big flat I didn’t care to check everyone’s room.I changed up wore my sports bra and panties and was going in the kitchen and suddenly I heard some giggling. At first, I thought might be neighborhood aunty and her friends because I thought I was alone in flat.Soon. He would swoop into her life, take her, fuck her, satiate her sexual starvation, with absolutely no concern about her husband, who was destined to capitulate and be left right out of the picture.These thoughts and the whole challenge excited the African man very much, who in the meantime had the great piece of white womanhood who was frantically riding him, bouncing up and down on his black cock, yelling and moaning during that royal fucking.“Oh, fuck me harder, fuck me deeper,” she cried,. One day Gabriel was working the late (or rather ‘the really really dead’) shift and the phone rang. Somewhat suprised by this sudden burst of rarely heard noise, he answered, “Matrix Room. This is the Matrix Man, ‘sup?”“Hi,” a girl’s voice said on the other end, “This is Roxanne, in Set 7.”“Fuck yeah!” Gabe thought happily. “Is this Gabriel?” “Yes it is, ma’am. What can I do you for?” “I need to edit some, ehm, footage. Can I drop off a tape, or two?” “I’ll do you one better. I’ll come and.