‘I guess I should be more careful and look before I step.’she laughed. He helped her over to a bale of straw and sat her down. ‘Let me take a lo...k at it.’ he murmured. ‘it might be broken.’ He knelt down on the floor of the stall and gently removed her flip flop. His fingers, maundered ever so slowly over her ankle. Massaging her foot with gentle, caresses, her flesh, smooth and soft beneath his fingers, ‘Does that feel better? I don’t think it’s broken.’ he murmured still kneading the pliant,. I put my hands on the wall and rested my face against it.Then the black man lifted my mini jean skirt and ripped off my thong. He put the pieces to his nose and he laughed, saying I was a horny soaking wet slut…He ordered me to stay quiet and then I felt his massive cock head pushing onto my wet pussy lips. Then he entered my cunt and I cried loud in pain. I felt him very, very huge and hard…He pumped me very roughly; but soon the pain became pleasure.Then I started moving my buttocks into his. I was right, no panties, just a lovely strip of black pubic hair.“Lie back on the sofa.” She told me as she pulled off my shorts and pink panties. Kneeling on the chair she buried her head between my legs. I gasped as she pulled apart my pussy lips and ran her tongue around my clit. She then licked repeated from all the way down to the entrance of my vagina. I felt one finger penetrate me, then two, then a third stretching me wide. I gripped the sofa as an explosion of pleasure started to build. Panic raised itself in Isabella’s chest. She didn’t know credit cards could be deactivated. She felt tears come to her eyes, she tried to hold them back but failed. She confessed to the man that this was the first time she had ever been left home alone and that she didn’t have any other money. Between tears, she apologized to him and told him he could take the pizza away. Unfortunately for her, he had other plans. “It’s ok, maybe there’s some other way you can pay for it.” He said while walking.