She could make no sound and her assailant was much stronger than she was, stronger even than the man that had attacked her at the hut. Whoever it was,...they were pulling her down behind the bar, forcing her first to her knees and then to the floor.Some sort of cloth was over her mouth, she thought at first it was drugged as she gasped trying to catch her breath. In fact, it was just a wad of cloth being wedged into her mouth by her attacker to silence her cries. He held her down flat against the. Tamás wasn’t a good lover; he was good in one technique, thrashing and bashing. Very good. But he had difficulties controlling his testosterone. Slow and relaxed were beyond this man’s vocabulary. He tried to pump slowly but his giant cock kept slipping out. Finally, he just shoved it deeply to the end and kept it there. His mouth was now close to his mother-in-law’s. They were slowly kissing. I kept rotating my hips to keep the cock stuck in its place; It was a challenge, since Támas’s prick. ‘Everybody say they got a business. Me own cousin tried his hand at it. Sold trinkets an’ such, to all those pretty ladies up in those high streets. Ain’t made any money, the poor fool. I told ‘im, I told ‘im it wouldn’t work…got him a good whore at one o’ them brothels though. The whore loved those trinkets!’ Nathan lifted his drink as if toasting the whore. Caught up in the spirit of their discussion, the man clinked his tankard and drank. Then he slapped a hand over Nathan’s back. ‘Not. Two weeks earlier they had been at a works function, the Managing Directors leaving party, and Mark had introduced her to Jason. As she shook hands with him she knew immediately that she wanted to sleep with him. Jason was a handsome Nigerian; Jane had always wanted to get fucked by a black male. Her best friend was having a relationship with one. She had met him online almost a year ago now and had a very vigorous, as she put it, relationship with him. Paul, her husband, travelled extensively.