The heavy door closed behind her, and her gloved hand felt along the wall for a light switch, although she couldn't recall seeing one before."Freeze! ...Immigration police!" somebody yelled, in Spanish, from only a few feet away. No! This couldn't be happening! She'd just made it to America, to freedom! She had a job, a clothes, and a place to live! She swung around, flinging the door to the lobby open when she felt two strong hands grab her arms and yank her back into the room, slamming the door. He was an expert, he licked and sucked each nipple in turn, he kissed my neck and nibbled my ear, all the time pushing in gently, drawing out and then in again. I was in heaven, his was only the second black cock I'd ever had, but I knew it wouldn't be the last.He increased his pace and with each thrust of his cock, I felt it against my cervix, I realised that the power of his thrusts was making me squeal but I couldn't help myself, I couldn't breathe normally, my breaths became sobs, but still. As I started to do this, Lisa started to rub her clit. I got two fingers from each hand in her and continued to pull her pussy open as I pulled them out. After about five minutes of play, I pushed my entire hand into her and made a fist, she loved it, she was moaning and moving her hips on and off my fist and it wasn't long before she climaxed with a loud moan.When she was done climaxing, we both went out to talk to and work on the cocks of the guys that were watching. Mostly we just went. She must have been at least a 40DD: they were bloody enormous! Sometimes she didn’t wear a bra, and you could see her enormous nipples. I guess I had a bit of a crush on Miss Walters: I couldn’t stop looking at her breasts, the way she crossed her stockinged legs, her elegant high-heeled shoes that I longed to wear. I hated our uniform: bottle green pleated gymslip, scratchy blouse, a tie even in summer, white or blue regulation knickers. In winter we wore tights but in summer we had to wear.