THUD. No Please. Git up o we stomp yo ass.Please, let me go. I don’t deserve this.Yo shoulda thought bout dat fore U disrespected ME.One of the th...gs pulled her up by the hair.U hear da Man , Bitch.Spitting in her face, Fucking White Garbage.He pushed her off to another thug who grabbed her by the face.Growling, leering he yelled at her.WHITE BITCH. He pinched her face with his hand.He spit on her face and laughed passing her on to another.Karin was passed around, spit on, humiliated.Two. Got softer." He walked back to the table, turning his head like he was trying to pinpoint a noise. "Shit. You're right about it not being a sound. I turn my head and it doesn't fade or anything, you know?" He started to take steps forwards and backwards, then left and right. "What are you doing now? You look like a bumper car who's been surrounded." "I'm trying to home in, dork." He started doing his little shuffle making his way around one side of the table. When he started to keep going past. ”“Abe randi, paas a kar bol…teri to…oooooof”, with that Vinod grabbed a coffee cup and shot his load in it. Maya stared at the goo squirting out in the cup and squealed like a pig, encouraging her Vinu on and on. She spat in her hand, rubbed it over her shit hole, and stuck her middle finger in it. Vinod squeezed all the cum out of his dick and in to the cup. The flap of skin now covered his dick, and he shook his dick in the cup and cleaned his tip on the sides. Then he sat back down and. She figured she ought to be able to clear a $1,000 a week.That Saturday Vixen got out her fuck-me heels, fishnet stockings and her Victoria's Secret underwear and then put on a short tartan wraparound skirt and a pleated blouse and dark blue blazer and went to work. The club allowed bare breasts but insisted on at least a g-string bottom and that was how Vixen worked using a Neal Hefti CD for music, music that was often drowned out by the whistles and howls of the audience as she shed her.