He pulled her closer, hands still in her back pockets, then slid one under her shirt, up the soft skin of her back, discovering no bra strap under her...baggy sweatshirt.He groaned and kissed her harder, sliding the other hand under her shirt to adore the silkiness of her.She tugged at his sweater wanting to touch his skin too, but he was sitting on the tails.He stood up and she pulled the sweater over his head, barely breaking the lip lock, then dropped it in the floor."Hey my swe ... mmmrf. Walking over to the stereo, she pushed play. As the music came on and she turned and caught Jon pouring the wine, she chuckled, “Some of this album isn’t the most romantic, and the movie it came from certainly wasn’t. But it was my late husband’s favorite and I couldn’t bear to get rid of it.” As she sat down beside Jon and took the glass of wine he offered to her, she continued. “Tabitha’s father was a good man. It’s a shame he didn’t get to see her grow up.”Jon listened intently, as Margot. My pleas fell on deaf ears though, they had barely left my mouth when the boys moved into a circle around me, then the boys tossed me around their circle, groping my breasts and laughing at my cries for help and my pleas for them to stop. Eventually I came full circle then found myself being thrust around again, this time it was my pussy they focussed their attentions on, they pushed fingers into me, rubbed at it, crushed it and pulled at my clit ignoring all my pleas and struggles. Again I. He took her to the bedroom, ran the shower, took off her shoes and lead her into the shower. She emerged a little while later an got into bed. The next day she told of how she was gangbanged by a blacks. Her owner charged $100 each and they could do what ever they wanted to the married white slut. She was even transported to the next state to a night club for blacks only and made to dance and then fuck and suck and swallow anyone who wanted to fuck her and again $100 each. She said the entire.