“We should go to one of our rooms. My pussy and asshole were sore to the touch, just like before. The man grabbed my ankles and pulled me back in place; I was now lying down in the hay. “We can’t do that, Becca; you’d get an infection and die. Is that why I sucked the black boy’s cocks today. Why am I doing this? I kept thinking, what is wrong with me? Only three men were left in the barn with me the last time I looked. The men stood up and followed me out of the bar and into the elevator. OK, which one of us do you want to play with?” one of them asked. “Yeah, come in me, fill me up like they did,” I wailed. I felt his cock at the entrance to my vagina, the head was massive. “They fucked me,” I balled. They told him I would scream out during sex about the Kabye and that I had their mark on my body. I’d feel better about that,” one of them offered.
