I was hoping there wasn’t any smegma as I produce quite a lot of it. I was also producing a lot of saliva and took his prick down as far as it would...go. It was lodged in my throat and I stared to gag and saliva gushed out my mouth and over my face as I coughed. As he was sucking me I felt a finger press against my arsehole. My arsehole was very tight but he managed to slip it inside. A dreadful thought occurred to me, what if my arse is full of shit. A bit more fingering and my hole opened up. Amna waited until the two women stopped talking.?Don't just stand there. Come in. What do you want to eat?? asked Cook. She had a smile on her face. However, she saw by Amna's face that the young woman was deeply upset. Cook drew Amna towards them and gave her a hug. Beth fetched a glass of water.?Excuse me, Cook. Miss Rebecca says you're to give me an enema.? As Amna explained what had happened to her earlier both Cook and Beth looked saddened and horrified. Both women held the sobbing. "Hi yourself, baby!" the man laughed, his teeth bright white against his dark skin, "You wanna dance?"Giggling at the rhetorical question, Becky's small body trembled as she reached up, both hands touching the black man's chest tentatively, her eyes widening at how soft his skin was, yet how firm his rock hard muscles were."Looks like she wants to party, Max!" the white guy behind her laughed, causing the black man to chuckle heartily, his dark eyes watching the teenager's small hands moving. "So it wouldn't bother you if I worked the room and did some lap dances"?Again, Jaime's cryptic reply made so casually made me wonder exactly what my sister had told her."No, go ahead baby girl"."Will you hang around," Jaime asked?"Sure"."So what did you think, anyway"?"Think," I asked a bit confused?"About my dancing, goofball"."Oh, you're really good," I answered with a small blush"Thank you," Jaime said with a big grin."I'm gonna have a friend keep you company and I'll be back," Jaime.