He said that I was going to be tied to the bed and that when he thought I was ready he would jump in and fuck my tight pussy. He said I had to be tied...down because most girl try to squirm away or close their legs up. That he would be gentle but if he was asked to stop because it hurts that he would be done. He told us that we were not going to fuck each other until he was done with me and then you can do whatever you want. He said when he was done he was going to leave, it wasn’t personal just. Both were black African around twenty years old… tall around 6feet 4 and very muscular… they had eyes like coal and chiseled body. They were very hot to watch, very eye candies… yet their number and closeness during the numbers made them look gay….However I noticed they were looking at my silky smooth legs, from time to time. And I teased them by folding and unfolding my legs which were bared a lot cause of my short flowery Gucci dress….After the show I went to the hotel, where I sat at the bar. I stood very close to one of the guys and I gentle rubbed up my hips against him. He noticed that and he started to rub his fingers back to my exposed leg…Victor ordered some drinks and then we found a table to sit down.I saw that guy was checking my ass out as we sat down. He glanced over again and then I started to spread my legs for him.He spotted it and then I opened more, so he could see my full shaved labia. I started to rub it with one finger while looking at him.After some time flashing. With a thrill of anticipation and a smoldering heat building up between my legs, I looked into the shop windows across the street and congratulated myself for a second time today. In the reflection, I could see the lads tracing my footsteps. For a split second, it seemed like we made eye contact but that was probably an illusion. I could see them pointing at me, nodding agreement to each other and then continuing their pursuit.They obviously saw themselves as hunters, but today, unknown to.