When Lusala opened her entrance she gave a short scream as his head entered her streching her lips wider than she had ever known his big brutish hands...holding her hips drawing her into him taking her like a dog. And as he mounted and fucked her the sight began to arouse the hanging meat of Apunda again and between long pumps she watched it errect itself and again he made her open her exhusted jaws and take him into her mouth. Between them now the two big blackmen were almost supporting almost. He had a gash on his cheek and his eyes were red from crying and his hair was a mess and his clothes dishevelled. She could literally smell the reek of fear coming off him. He turned her way and gave her look of helplessness and despondency. For an instant she pitied him, the he mouthed the word ‘help’ at her and she once again despised him. What could she do against a man twice her size who was armed with two guns. Emilio was supposed to be the tough gangster; why couldn’t he help himself?. ‘Pierre,’ he replied, shaking her hand and trying not to become completely aroused by the touch of her supple skin on his. And that was it. As suddenly as she’d appeared in his life, she was called to another conversation by another interesting guest. What on earth could Pierre do that would hold the attention of Catharine? Probably nothing. But it was too late, she was a part of him now, one he could not shake. Days drifted into weeks, weeks into months and Catharine still filled Pierre’s. The dealer said it would be working on the come out and I agreed. That bet pays 10 for 1 and Mr. Beautiful threw a four-four on his first roll!"Hard eight," I screamed...and without thinking twice I said, "Parlay that." That gave me $250 on the hard eight. I turned to Sandy to explain what I was doing--which was pretty outrageous by my betting standards--and I wasn't even looking when I heard the dealer say, "Winner eight, it came the hard way."I whirled around and added my voice to the.