Brooke and Debbie are lifted into the back of the army truck and nearly fall over as the truck rumbles forward over potholed roads.
"What's happening? Where are you taking us?" Debbie demands. She notices her friend breathing shallow, her green eyes darting from one leering negro to another. Brooke may be a good liberal, but this experience was testing her.
"Don't worry, white girls. Here sit with us," one of them says, grabbing Brooke's thong and pulling her towards him. The delicate material snaps in his hand as she lands on his lap. Debbie also finds herself dragged into one of their laps. He smiles at her as he hand caresses the inside of the Englishwoman's thigh.
Brooke whimpers miserably as she sits on an African's lap. "Please, sir..." she begins, but yelps as he slides his finger into her exposed pussy.
|