Before I knew what was happening, my red dress was torn open, the fabric just barely clinging to my shoulders.The wind was blowing my hair and the rem...nants of my dress all over the place.I was freezing atop this building but I dared not shiver or show weakness to this man.He approached me with a wild look in his eyes, he wasn’t done with his my dress. My bra was split apart by his raw, dirty hands and he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, leaving grey dust all over me.It was pain like I. As they went out of site i jumped out of my car and quickly Walked to the entrance just in time to see what apartment the 2 of them went into ,Ground floor # 3 .I was upset and turned on at the same time , I started to walk back to my car and i stopped and decided to investigate a little more so i gave it about 3 minuets and walked past the front of the apartment # 3 and glanced at the front window with vertical blinds and could see movement , i kept walking and than turned back only to stop. Sara and I werevery similar physically.Although she was more of a tomboy type, for me, I guess, one could say Iwas more of a beta male type.I decided to ask for help with the bra, as I did not want to demonstratethat I knew how to put it on myself. Sara looked at me out the corner ofher eye, like right, and you need help putting on one of my bras? Hmm...The bra was very tight. Too tight in fact.Sara was a 34 B, and she said I was probably 36 A."Why do I need to wear stockings and a garter. I was your typical white guy wondering what it was like to be with a black female. I found a black female with a really cute pic an decided to message her. She lived about 30 miles from where I had lived at that time. We sent mesages back and forth for about two weeks before she gave me her phone number. She was a really cute black bbw about 5"6 240 lbs or so with eyes that screamed fuck me. She sent me a message that said I have a poker game tonight at about 10 so I wont be home till late but.