Huh, faggot whiteboy? You got a hankering for somewhite dick plowing your butt? Or maybe down your throat? Todd's a realman. Not a piece of shit, whit... pussyboy like you. I bet he'd be plentyhappy pumping a few loads into you. What do you think. Maybe we shouldget him down here and you two could negotiate a new rent amount." As hesaid this, Jay's thick cock continued its assault, plowing my ass open,then withdrawing, only to ram back in deeply again.The thrusts were forcing grunts out from deep. As the man picked the bottle out of her hand and placed it carefully on the bar she heard the most beautiful melodic timbered voice say softly, "I think you have made your point love." With that the guy picked up the fresh pints and turned to walk back to the corner where he was sitting quietly with a few pals. Julie stood there open mouthed for a short while before her brain clicked into gear and she stomped over to the table where she stood hands on hips ready to pour out verbal venom on this. He quickly backed up, letting her walk in. ‘How’d it go?’ She looked as though she’d been crying. He hated to see her cry. It tore him up somewhere between the top and bottom of his throat, made his lungs burn. His words were eager, his eyes bright with genuine curiosity. She was being selfish, she sighed audibly, biting her lip before turning to look at him. ‘It was fine, but I think I’m just gunna go home.’ She looked… distraught. It was the face that usually came right before she buried her. We were hitting on them. Everyone except me them and a friend Jim stayed on. Everyone got off to eat dinner. The girls started to tell me and Jim what they were doing. The slutty girl’s friend stared to describe what she was doing. It all stared with her telling about her new panties. She said “Marry stop stripping. wow those are a lot bigger then mine. Wow 33c. Your tits are the greatest color of pink I have ever seen. Wow your pussy is really wet isn’t it? Can I touch it?” After that all.