After the effort of her cooking dinner the previous night, I volunteered to rustle something up, utilising the culinary skills I was honing in looking... after myself during the week. Vanessa complimented my efforts and even asked for second helpings, leaving me proud of my achievements. Vanessa was a superb cook and to gain her praise meant a great deal. We watched a film on the satellite until late and then withdrew to bed.I wanted to make love but Vanessa claimed that she didn't feel in the. It had a hemispherical head and a spherical reservoir at its base, and was covered in soft latex with a skin-like texture. The shaft was dotted with pinprick-size orifices. The head sported several more of the tiny openings around its rim, and a larger one at its tip. It emitted a faint but delightful scent, at once fresh and delicately musky. Morgana regarded it soberly. ‘Why a woman would want to stick that into herself is beyond me,’ Glynnis grated. Morgana turned the device over and read. Oh, there is a hard copy of my arse printed out of the machine, but wait for it.It was speed sex. God the door wasn’t even closed. We were in the alcove by the shredding machine. Quite apt actually. They literally shredded my dress, bra and panties off me, like roughly peeling a banana. Nothing put on their ‘bananas’ though, dirty buggers, no condoms, but I was too trash randy to care. Pregnancy precautions; always the girl and her trusty pill.Shit I was squeezed between the pair and I loved. I tried to remain calm. I casually turned back the way I’d come and began walking toward the door. I was slowed by two black guys who started heading down the narrow hallway ahead of me and stopped next to a partially opened door. They turned to me and asked, “You ain’t trying to leave are yah?” I stammered, “Actually, I forgot something in my car…I forgot my wallet…” The other guy said, “Shee-it white tranny gurl be lokkin fine up in here…You aint gonna need no cash…shee-it, I buy you a.