On the way out to our destination, they all told stories about how many dicks they sucked. One white girl said she only liked black boys, and at first..., everyone squealed. Then they started asking her about how much bigger their cocks were as they became more interested in doing the same thing.We reached an old farmhouse that looked abandoned. This is the unofficial “Beta House” in its physical location. “Sluts out of the truck, every one of you strip!” a leader jumped out of the truck. It was. You might get aroused reading it, I know I did while I was writing it.” Now I could see I'd really got her attention and she wasn't blushing. “Mmm,” she said, “they sound interesting. I can't wait.” Suddenly she looked at her watch. “Oh I'm sorry Mike, I have to go. Why don't you send me the story then give me an hour to read it, and if you like you can pop up to my flat and I'll tell you what I think about it.” With that, she got up, and walked back towards the flats but before she did, she. I ordered a 7 and 7 and noticed her on the dance floor. She looked stunning in a red dress that clung to every curve of her 5'11" body. Her large full breasts were also visibly without restraint as she moved they were bouncing seductively. Every time she twirled the dress flared out and you could see the tops of her stockings and could tell she was wearing a white garter belt. She was wearing a pair of stockings that had the seam running up the back of them. She was also wearing a pair of red. Darkies led on the floor bleeding. Barman pulling pints like they was going out of fashion, queues outside the door.Bit like St Ives on a Sat day night really.That’s when the Coppers turns up. Some bastard had phoned them.“Ello, ‘Ello, ‘Ello, what’s going on here then?” the mouthy one with stripes on his sleeve shouted. Scruffy bastard, helmet on, flak jacket and short sleeves. What a prat. He waved his tazer around.“Fucking mainly,” Denzil explained, “Couple of darkies fainted with.