’ ‘Was it in English?’ ‘Yeah, it was a news program. They said something about a town with a bunch of rebels in it was about to get smacked b...g time.’ ‘Really? Where?’ ‘I think they said Fallujah or something like that. I’m still trying to get the signal back. Laila’s eyes widened and she felt slightly nauseous. ‘What?!’ ‘I said I’m still trying to get the signal back. These concrete walls aren’t helping at all.’ ‘No! I mean. . . what. . . where did they say the Army was attacking??’. The last two guys took their time, working together to fuck me in as many different positions as they could. They weren't happy with their friend's cum that was leaking from my asshole, but they got over it and at one point had me leaning over the trunk of the car and were bravely fucking me out in the open. That seemed to get them more excited and their huge black cocks were as stiff as they could get while they drove them into me, hard from behind. I was spun around by the third guy and. For some reason the shorts were difficult to put on. As a matter of fact Roger was barely able to get them past his hips, which confounded him. "My hips ARE bigger. Damn it! " he swore under his breath. "But how in the hell?" He was embarrassed by his fumbling and nearly lost his balance. Once over his hips, the shorts were way too loose around his waist and hung limply. Neither did they fit well around his behind, which seemed squashed in them. The whole thing made no sense to Roger. . He barely said a word throughout the whole meal. After dinner we played some pool in the hotel lobby. He went up to the room with a case of beer. I thought I would let him drink a little and calm down before I went up there. My phone went off about 30 minutes later with a text that read I have a surprise for you in the room when you get here. I have to admit I was curious but i just responded with cool and let it ride at that. 30 minutes later it read If you know what's food for you get up.