After having a third one, I felt a little bit tipsy. I could manage to find the way to the washroom for a quick pee. When I was there, I felt really h...rny…After coming back to my table, a black man approached and offered me a drink. I was about to leave but I accepted it. The stranger introduced himself as Norman. After sipping two more margaritas, I felt his hands on my thighs and back massaging my body. I started feeling awkward and wanted to leave for home. But then Norman grabbed my hand. I thought for a moment that he was going to hit me. Anyway, it made no difference except that I put up a fight every time and he effectively raped me four or five times a day for the next week."She buried her face in her hands and her shoulders shook. Henry went to her and put an arm round her shoulders."You don't have to go on, Sams," he said softly.She shook her head. "Yes I do," she said fiercely. She did not bother to wipe her eyes and slowly the tears dried on her cheeks as she went. I am lapping her up as deeply and wetly as I can. I feel her moving her body, circling and grinding her hot cunt in my mouth. Her hands braced on the wall, as I suck, kiss and lick her deeply. My hands are squeezing and pulling her ass into my face. It is so firm and tight. Her pussy tastes so sweet and perfect. I begin to rim and probe her tight little asshole. She jumps at first, but then responds by squatting slightly lower, to give me better access. "Mmmmmm, Yes," she moans. "Finger that. In my mind, he was making love to me, with sad, kind eyes finally gazing into mine as he breathed my name: 'Victoria'.I loved the way he said my name; my real name, a name that no one used but him. 'Vic-tor-ia'. Each whispered syllable danced in my ears.I bucked and squirmed, burying my face in a pillow, the ears strumming ceaselessly. My chest rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths as I groped at my tits, my pussy walls clamped tight around the low-pulsing shaft.The corners of my mouth.