'T' Shirts, baseball caps, baskets, tablecloths, carvings, and the list goes on and on. Of course there are the watch stalls. Cheep knock off's; Gucci... Rolex, Tag Hager. You name it, they sell it. And of course we just have to get a matching Rolex each. Just has to be done.We continue to walk around. More and more people come and the place gets really packed. As it's getting near to lunchtime we decide to beat the rush and eat early. That is if you call 1.00pm early. We find a small restaurant. You've got yourself a great slut here Mr. She's a keeper for sure. Great tits too... must be D's if their anything at all."They were C plus, but his words, his calling my breasts "tits' shook me to the core. His touch, rough and almost callous did something to me too. The way he talked about me to James, ignoring that I was a woman... someone he should be talking to also got to me in a way that had never happened before.His fingers roughly tweaked my nipples before he stepped back. James had. It took nearly five minutes for all the pictures of Isabella and Bruno's African friend to arrive. According to the dates on the file the pictures were only months old. The first was of him in his uniform. He was definitely a large and trim man, but the second picture made Darla gasp in amazement. The picture showed Isabella on all fours attempting to get her lips around what must have been a three to four inch thick cock as another black man fucked her from behind. The third picture was of. He then turned and grabbed his cock and showed the crowd his big member before he thrust it deep in her cunt. He heard her scream as he rammed deep into her and began to fuck her. In and out he pounded her wet cunt. His big rod stretched her wide as he fucked hard and rough. The crowd began to chant "Fuck the slut, fuck the slut" as he rammed her for a long time. Finally he released his cum in her and filled her hole. Cum was running out on the table. He always could produce huge loads of cum..