In my face, my mouth, everywhere.He did the same as the first guy. walking over to the corner, getting dressed and the guard let him out.The last guy ...asn't even close. He kept fucking me harder and harder. Then he pulled me up by my hairwhere I was standing on my knees and wrapped his left arm around my throat to where the inside of his elbow was going into my adam's apple. He began to squeese. I starting have trouble breathing. The thought went throughmy mind that this is it. This is how I'm. 1. Only black men permitted2. No minors.3. No weapons allowed on premises4. No recording equipment allowed on premises5 . No birth control devices allowed on premisesIt worked.Now every night there was a line forming of black men and white/asian/latina/ first nations/ indo women waiting to get in. They came from all over the state for a chance to party here.Most came for the exotic dancers, and to dance and to flirt. But there was always a significant amount of women that found their ways up. I pulled out a nice short kilt skirt, white thin top, light pink bra that shows enough through the top, no panty and stockings to keep warm. I pulled on my pink fuck me heels, put on my makeup, grabbed my coat and left. I was wet with anticipation on my drive to the bar. I called Matt to let him know I was on my way. The bar was packed by the time I got there. It was close to 10PM and I made my way through the crowd to the place Matt mentioned he and Art were hanging out. Matt recognized me. A month later I found out I was pregnant. It didn’t bother him. He fucked me right up till I gave birth. When Matthew was born he made me his slave. If I didn’t do what he wanted he would kill Matt his own son. To prove it he would lock Matt in a car trunk that slowly filled with exhaust. He forced me to do those things I did you both and then some. I never wanted to do anything like that. You have to believe me when I say I’m sorry. I was only trying to protect my son.” Kari was crying so hard.