I beggedher not to do this, to let me go, that I was scared. She tried tosoothe me, caressing my dangly parts as her fingers opened me up.Eventually ...my asshole relaxed and relented to her probing digits. Shehad at least three fingers up me by this point. I felt those fingersslide out of my bottom, and then felt the enlarged head of her giantcock start to push its way into me. It was so big! I tried harder torelax, knowing this would go better for me if I did. Gina pushed alittle more, and. All eyes were glued to Vicki's bare pussy and asshole and her little show.The Bellman looked at me, I shrugged and nodded my head which was the onlyencouragement he needed. He pulled his zipper down and was on top of her ina flash. Now that we were back in the room I was able to get to my camcorder so Igot it out and filmed the black man as he fucked my wife's hot little pussy.There was silence in the room except for Vicki's moans as the bellmen rodeher hard. With a grunt and final thrust he. .. the big question ... WHO WAS I?That required me to open my eyes and look around until I could gather enough facts to determine who I was, and where I was being treated. I cracked my eyes open and looked around again, seeking something, anything that would give me clues as to my identity.The same dark hospital room was present when I looked around. My head wasn't restrained so I could turn it to see what there was to see. Mostly I saw dark walls, a dark ceiling, and a dark monitor, with dimly. ”“Well, I only came first once,” I admitted, “but you get a prize for second and third place too, and I’ve come third a couple of times as well. Some of the other writers are really good, way better than me, but I got lucky once or twice.”“Don’t be silly, Annie, I bet you’re really good, the stuff I see you write for work is way better than most people’s,” said Caitlin, and she sounded as if she really meant it. “I used to love writing when I was at school, but I haven’t thought about it for.