The look on his face was so cruel and hard that I had to turn away from his gaze. "Why?" I pleaded, trying to be defiant to both men."We're going to s...earch you, bitch" He just grunted. "That's why..." "You can't do that… And stop calling me a bitch" I protested. "Looks like we got a tough bitch here, man" The older guard grunted looking at his younger mate. "Let’s show her how we treat a slutty married white wife here" Then the young black man grabbed my wrist and twisted it very hard. The next. Now before I go any further I want to give u a little background on me, the very first time my hubby fucked me I was 19. He has a 9’x5.5′ cock, it’s big! He said I was the first girl he was ever able to get fully on top of, pull my legs back, and pound down into as hard as he could, at least, without her screaming her brains out. He couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it the harder he went. And he also told me that weekend I was born to fuck black guys, though it would be 15 years before I. Within a month of my arrival in the middle of nowhere, I felt like I’d found a home. I couldn’t recall ever living in a place where I felt so accepted and so comfortable. My little tryst with Jackie seemed to have become just a little fling we’d both enjoyed very much, but we didn’t feel any great compulsion to repeat it ... not that I would resist if an opportunity should arise. We did occasionally kid each other with slightly lewd references to the unfulfilled promise when we found ourselves. Her hand running down my spine towards my bum. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine and i started to get wet. She whispered in my ear she wanted to go upstairs. Once in her room she sat on her bed, i asked if she had any baby oil so i could massage into her. she passed it to me and we both started to strip off . I went behind her and undid her bra and i reached round to touch her tits , her nipples standing out . She bent down to pull her thong off and all i remember thinking was her pussy.