"Itlooks crummy, Marianne," Lenny said in that exaggerated south London accentof his. "It's too old, darl." "I don't care," I said defiantly, "I love ...t." Lenny had left school as soon as he could and became a mechanic, focusingon motor bikes. Now, at twenty-eight, he owned a small Ducati dealership, rodebikes all the time while dressed in his brand new red leathers and black helmet.He and his friends would take off on weekend jaunts across the channel andride through France or Spain , leaving. As BC2 was fucking my pussy looking down into my eyes he said “I told you before the night was thru you would be our big black cock whore” then asked “Do you like getting fucked by big black cock now?” All I could answer was YES! Oh my god YES!My decent into sexual depravity continued with the four guys taking turns fucking my pussy, ass, and mouth! James and Tony were happy with me sucking their cocks giving me two hot cum loads down my throat while their friends used my pussy/ass. Though I. Scooter knew a thing or two about outboard motors, even though she'd not had much to do with them since high school, and figured it would be pretty straight forward. It didn't help that the raft handled about like a hog on skates, and thirty-five horsepower was nowhere near enough to bully it. Randy had once likened an oar raft to driving a concrete truck on an icy road; this was worse. The raft had no keel, which made it relatively easy to get to turning, but once turning it didn't want to. They then took off their belts. Alam started spanking me with it, with his hands, his slippers and anything he could get his hands on.After earth smacking 10-15 shots my ass cheeks were no longer of its original color but seemed as if someone painted them pinkish red. I was in pain but I enjoyed every bit, and I teased Alam with my asshole.He was clearly able to see it. It made him quite horny and thus he started hitting me much more. Now he stopped and after 10-15 seconds I sensed an object at.