The warehouse/garage was empty when she walked out of Lou’s office. Not just empty of people, empty of everything. No black men, no tools, and no cars, including her own…

Vivian awoke exhausted on the couch. Sperm was crusted on her lips, belly, and breasts which made her think they’d fucked her a few more times after she passed out.

“I’m the truck driver.” This man was very black and had a slight African accent. His cock too felt huge and it was quickly stimulating her to another orgasm.

Vivian awoke to pain again. This time it was in her stomach. She was bent over the back of the couch getting fucked again and the couch was pushing into her stomach.