Amy bent over more and rested her hands and face against the table. She moaned as he rubbed her clit and slid his finger inside her. She was so warm a...d tight. Mr A reached around and grabbed at her right breast and squeezed it tight, bringing another moan to Amy's lips. He unbuttoned her dress and slid his hand inside to scoop up her soft breast and he gently rolled her nipple between his fingers. "Sir I need your dick" she moaned as he slide another finger inside her. "Suck on it first" he. " he said. "Chrissie darling It doesn't matter that you're a whore. Because I want you to be whore. I want you to be my whore." he said. "Yes Rene...Yes I want to be your whore." I said through my stiffled crying. "That's a good girl Chrissie." he whispered as he took two ice cubes from his glass and began to slide them gently across my red, welted,burning ass. He continued to apply to the soothing ice cubes to my tortured backside while he tenderly stroked my hair. After a while the pain inmy. Noch halb im Schlaf sah ich mir die Schalttafel und die Knoepfe und Anzeigen an.Er hatte es tatsaechlich geschafft. Es war verrueckt. Anfangs war ich genauso optimistischwie er, vielleicht sogar noch etwas mehr, aber bei all den Rueckschlaegen die wir erlitten hatten war mein Enthuisasmus irgendwo verloren gegangen. James blieb eisern.Die ganze Zeit.Aber das hatte seinen Tribut bei ihm gefordert. Duenn war er geworden. Sein ohnehin schonrecht duennes Haar war nahezu ausgefallen. Ich fragte mich. I stopped them from killing you, big mouthed cunt. You could redeem yourself,” I offered. “Fuck you. I don’t give in to white honkies,” he said defiantly, “bring them on and I’ll face them.”“OK Fuckwit. Your choice,” I said, “GUYS, THE BLACK CUNT WANT’S A FIGHT,” I screamed. Within ten seconds the room was full of our white regulars, who kicked the living shit out of the aggressive black guy. He was left broken and bleeding on the floor of the back room. Blood seeping from his mouth, staining.