"Fuck homemade you," the killer answered. Sally felt the knife pressing harder against her neck and prepared to die. Her nipples were hard as stones. Her exploited pussy swollen; pulsating. Her clit was erect like a tiny penis. This was the way she expected to go out, still in orgasm. The ejaculate from all 13 men running from her rectum and pussy. Suddenly the air resounded from the sound of gunfire. Bullets flew around Sally's head. The man with the knife was the first to die. Other members of the gang fell while others tried to run but dropped in their tracks. When it was over, Sally was lying naked, but still alive in the midst of the blood and bodies of the dead. Some of the youths still had their pants down, their cocks semi-erect as they died. "Get up and come here," the big man ordered. Sally climbed to her feet and walked cautiously to the man, expecting to be shot dead at any moment. "What you doin' in this area?" the man demanded. "I....I....was...." "Sellin your body," he finished. "Yes." "Don't you know the rules?" he scolded. "No bitch works these streets without my OK." "I...I...didn't know," Sally said. "Well now you know," he said. "I am the big pimp in this neighborhood. I control all the white bitches that bengali work these streets. I just saved your life so you owe me now," he said. "Yes, I do," she said. "Thank you." "You owe me more than that bitch," the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. "You gonna be my whore now. You work for me and only me. Got that?" Oh my God, Sally thought. What have I gotten myself into? indian "Yes, sir," she answered. Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to be sold on india the street to strange men for sex. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. She found an overpowering sexual gratification from the fact that she was now in slavery to a powerful black pimp who Bhabhi controlled desi her life. “SOOOOOOO bigggggg.” The cock slid out effortlessly, but its intrusion seemed to indian be met with resistance as he had Bhabhi to push with some effort. Him discovering her affair with his best friend, him screwing first Abby then his goddaughter. Mick just laughed then him and Dan left. My phone dinged as she walked down the hallway. The only difference was that Tina india was spared the hood otherwise she was in the exact same position as Linda had been in. Alex and Master arrived ten minutes later and while Master lounged comfortably in his chair Alex pulled bengali up her stool in front of Tina and the table. That kiss this morning, before I ever opened the app, had awakened desires in me. It reminded me that homemade she was more than my tomboy daughter, that she was a blossoming woman. I could hear the voices outside increasing knowing that more were gathering. Billie on a leash was like they could smell fresh meat. "But how in the world…" Tina's words trailed off desi as she collected her thoughts.