"Fuck you Tryone," he said, "they is cute feet, smaller and prettier than yo old lady's feet."The others started laughing and trash-talking among them...elves and the big black man took my jacket and put his muscular arm around my trembling naked shoulders."You cold sissy?" Im just scared sir." No need to be scared sissy, if you do whats I say."He held the sheet of paper to my face."Kiss it," he said. "I want to see your lipstick print on it."I did as he said. He held up the paper and smiled.. " Suddenly the pleasantness was gone. "And so will the editors of Verdens Gang in an hour or so unless you can give me compelling reasons not to. The paper would love this story, you know. Motherless boy, hard working father, devoted older sisters. Good looking devoted sisters, I should add." His sudden harsh tone of voice and his pointed look at Ms. Pettersen's plain features made her shrink.The mere mention of the name of the notorious tabloid newspaper - who likes to call themselves Norway's. She was able to put her hair up, apply lipstick and some make-up; all the time watching the Man for any negative reaction. She was convinced he was going to kill her once he was done with her. But maybe, if she gave him what he wanted, she would survive.The Man handed Sherry a pair of tan pantyhose.“Put these on.”Sherry obeyed. The Man kissed her and tied Sherry’s wrists behind her. Sherry moaned.“Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me.” She begged.The Man kissed her cheek and stepped back from. She fucked them each one more time and then let them go on their way. I, on the other hand was there for a while still. She had plans for me now that I was loose and creamy. Taking out her harness and putting it on she told me that the screwing the Coast Guard gave me was nothing compared to what she was going to do me.In the past, she had started with one of the smaller dildos that we owned and worked her way up to the monster sized one, this time she went directly to the monster and with two.