"Y... Yes, Sir?" Don't say, 'You know what I mean.' I don't like the sound of it."Oops. "I'm sorry, Sir." It's all right." All I meant was-" Shhh... r...lax." His eyes followed me as I put down the T.V. guide and took a deep breath. I don't know why I was getting worked up. I didn't want to be in trouble when Paul arrived. That would ruin everything. I bit my lip and Andrew spoke in an understanding tone. "I can see how it would benefit you to have someone with whom you might share things. And. He thrust it in with a single hard slam of his hips. We both let out a moan as he slid his thick cock in to my wet, hot pussy. His massive black tool was the biggest I had ever had in me.He started fucking me hard. His dark chocolate skin was a contrast to my lighter tan skin as we fucked like wild a****ls. I know everyone down at the party had to hear my obscene screams. He kept drilling into me as I opened my legs wider. He grabbed my full, firm tits roughly with his big, dark hands. I arched. Then I raise my hips and slide my underwear off. My prick flicks up against my stomach and I enjoy the sensation of exposure. More images are sought, getting more and more explicit. Tits showing hardened nipples, their aureole crinkled with desire. Smooth flat stomachs on a reclining semi-nude housewife. I imagine the scenario of the picture taking. How long before the photographer too was nude? How long before the camera’s gaze was replaced by a questing finger or tongue? What was on the. Before Silk could notice the large amount of people, she saw Michael whisper something to the maid.“May I announce,” he/she said in a falsetto voice, “Sir Michael and his trio of slaves. Slave Stacey,” he said point to each girl in turn, “slave Syndee and slave Silk, who is a watcher tonight.”Silk then noticed that the large room was very full of an assortment of clothed and naked people. There were more maids, both male and female like the one at the door; only these ones were serving food and.