" "I'm Sorry."But Johnson couldn't hear these words.Jenna had no strength left. No power left. No voice left. She just held on. She felt no pain, just...numbness. Her mind was blurred. She was only conscious of being hoisted up and then jammed back down on a spike.She thought to herself, "I'm not a virgin, I've fucked many a man, many a black man, and this has never happened. I've totally lost control." Then Jenna gave up. Her body went limp. Her mind went blank. She was semi-conscious. Yet,. "You're not passing out are you?" I pull her asscheek away from me a couple inches, sliding my throbbing cock out a bit, then drive it back to me as hard as I can, plunging into her, hitting cervix in the back of her pussy with one hateful thrust. This snaps her eyes back open momentarily, tear-filled brown irises intensely staring into mine, trying to understand this hell she's been thrust into. She still gurgles and convulses, unable to breath. Her pussy goes slack around my cock, her eyes. The bra, panties andstockings were navy blue which had not been easy to find and he had givenup trying to find blue high heels in the large size he wanted and hadsettled on black.He bought his cosmetics kit over to the bed and applied foundation,finishing powder and heavy black eyeliner to Ellen's face followed bypurple and mauve eyeshadow, black mascara, rouge and the two-coat bright-red lipstick he liked. He sprayed her liberally with Christian DiorPoison and put the little bottle aside. She had appliedtwo sets of long, spidery false eyelashes to her upper lashes, and aset to her bottom ones. Estelle had then coated these with 2 thickcoats of black mascara and outlined her eyes with a broad outline ofblack eyeliner. She had then applied several shades of electric blue,glittery eye shadow, and then used a black eyebrow pencil to createhighly-arched, obviously pencilled eyebrows, well above her totallyplucked eyebrow-line. Her cheeks were brightly rouged and carefullyshaded to.