Of course I tell him I’m fine and of course I’m not. Maybe it’s the sounds: the cars bouncing and honking on the uneven streets echoing off the...canopy of the El above, crowds of shoppers trying to be heard over the din, and always the great rumble of the rocking trains that seeks to fill every open space. The smells are probably what did it. They’re the same as they were: Pizza, Steel and a bit of salt brine from the bay. The steel smell is from the massive elevated train tracks that run along. There are no limits on the services I can be ordered to perform or what their clients can do to me...the life of an black pimps sex slave leaves no room dignity of any kind.A black pimps sex slave serve her clients in many different, all-disgusting ways.. In the three months training by the black pimps i had learned every possible way to quickly service a client so they could return downstairs for more customers.They become quick to realize that every order must be obeyed instantly no matter. We started kissing in the elevator. Azem unbuttoned my coat and moved his hands all over my luscious body. Then he put his hands on my ass wrapped in a tight, black, knee-long skirt and pressed me against himself. I felt his bulge impressed somewhere between my crotch and the belly button. A waterfall of juice ran down my pussy to dirt my panties. We arrived at the right floor and rushed to the door. As it always happens in such situations, Azem couldn't find the right key. "Fucking shit,. Billy, said I had a nice hole and pushed almost that entire 10" double headed cock into me. I moaned loudly and crimped my ass hole as tight as I could. Billy went to pull back, but instead laughed, telling Jake I didn't want to let go. Jake with Billy's cock still in his throat, reached over and I let him pull it out slowly and then push it back in, this time all 10 inches and moaned out again in ecstasy .Jake was slowly working my dildo and had my pre-cum puddling on the floor below me as he.