Janet begs forgiveness

Janet looked at Zaid and realized he had arrived. She knew that one day she would be caught but promised herself that she would take one more tank-full of petrol then she would stop. But she took the petrol, and then promised herself that she would stop after one more and one more and one more.

She didn’t stop and now the owner was here ; she was frightened about what action he would take. He had left the memory-stick last night on the step of the station anonymously with an instruction to watch it, and watch it she did. She watched and saw herself stealing his petrol. Janet was close to panicking. She would lose her job, she would never get another and possibly she would go to court, she would be convicted and perhaps even go to jail!

She found herself in this horrid situation because of this arrogant Somali who paid her minuscule wages. If she earned a decent wage she wouldn’t need to steal or break the law. She hated him.

He stood there, across the counter staring at her. He didn't move or speak. Janet dared not return his gaze, she looked away, trembling.

She couldn't stand it anymore. 'Say something! What do you want? What do you want me to do-beg? I'm so so sorry-I have no money-what can I do? What do you want?'

Zaid smiled as the white woman weakened. Zaid studied Janet's crucifix around her neck. Zaid smiled. His dream of owning a Christian woman had arrived, Janet would be his. He was going to fill and stretch her cunt time and time again, whenever he chose!

'Don't **** me, what can I do? Please don't tell the police!' Janet was now crying.

Zaid spoke slowly, quietly but forcefully, 'My big, thick black cock requires your cunt, your ass and you mouth. I require you. You are my white, Christian, thieving fuckmeat.'

Janet was shocked and amazed, this was the last thing she expected him to say. She was bewildered and held onto the counter, she felt weak and unsteady. She realized what he had in mind for her.

'Mine!' she jumped as his voice filled the petrol station.

She desperately tried to think of a way out of this mess.