“Oh, cool. I fell into a state of depression over it, which made me act out more. Was I under a spell? “Oh God, what’s happening to me,” I cried out before Zafra’s mouth covered my lips. Why did they leave me? ” You’re under the witch doctor’s spell; I’d bet on it,” he said. “Oh really,” another one said. I tried to back into a stall but tripped and landed on my butt in a thick pile of hay, resting on my elbows, legs spread apart, my bald pussy glistening in the sun. As my body rocked back and forth, I looked again at the men; they all had their cocks out stroking them, all of them in the double XL size. Iggy looked at my pussy, pushing my labia to one side and then the other. Afterward, I was at his house, entertaining black men in the back bedroom all the time. The same man pointed at the barn; I looked at them wearily, a group of twelve men of varying ages.
