T tellsDave that he doesn’t believe him, and wants to hear itfrom me. I’m sitting there, not knowing what to say!Dave mentions that maybe ...fter another bowl of hisprivate stash, I might open up a bit. I laugh again as Tstarts getting another bowl together obviously rushinghimself in hopes of getting me to talk. Half way through our smoke session, T whispers to me, “Ibet those black cock toys make you cum like crazy, huh?”Talking to a black guy so openly like this…. It took me all I had not to cum with her. I didn’t want everyone to see the very suggestive leftovers of our little moment together alone in the sauna. She rested on me breathing hard until she suddenly got up, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Dammit! My time's almost over! It’s time to go! I’m sorry!” she panicked. I was totally puzzled as she looked at me. “Meet me outside in fifteen minutes…” she said smiling again. She kissed me one last time before opening the glass door to leave. As. Toby pushes me along until I walkinto the bedroom. My house feels so dark and quiet. I can hear my ownheartbeat and the flow of blood within my ears. "Take off your clothes,"he commands in a quiet yet firm tone. I hastily pull off my clothes andturn around completely nude. His shirt is off, and for the first time Ican see his tattoos. My nerves are shot from the anxiety coming over, sothe act of disrobing in front of another guy doesn't phase me as much asI would think it would. He grabs. "Now that's ain't very nice," said Randy. "We gonna have to teach you some manners."He then punched Sandra in the stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her and she gasped for breath. The men grabbed Sandra and dragged her out of the trunk. They hauled her toward a low ramshackle building with a small porch. As Sandra was trying to breathe she noticed a sign that said, "Sugar Shack" over the front door and a row of large motorcycles parked on the porch.The men opened the door and forced.