"The boxers, too, pledges! We wanna see those little white dicks." I was scared out of my mind. As much as I didn't want to get naked in front of a do...en huge black men...I really didn't want to get abused by Jamal more. I looked over to the boy beside me. Both of us were shaking with fear. We both knew what we had to do.Timidly, we both slowly pulled down our boxers. Thunderous laughter erupted throughout the room as our limp and flaccid dicks came into view. Scared and embarrassed, the boy. Susan dragged Kamal to the dance floor and Kamal was pretty much being dancing without much thought. Susan is driving the dance most of the time. Susan would dance for a song, go for a tequila during the next song and then go over for the dance during next song.During the dance, Kamal had pretty much touched every part of Susan's body. Kamal was getting pretty excited with all this. They are already feeling pretty dizzy and the next one was a slow dance. During the slow dance, Susan held Kamal. We’ve had a cordial relationship ever since. She’s never even suggested anything since the divorce,” Jack chuckled. “But she knows the art world. I can’t think of anyone who would be better at negotiating with these women who all want to get naked in front of Tony.”“Strangely enough,” I said, “those are the projects I feel most comfortable with. I know how to paint nudes. But planning out a full mural proposal? I can’t even conceive of it.”“I’m going as your chaperone,” Melody said. “I know. Honey? what are you doing up?" His facial expression changing as he realizes who's standing in front of him.I ignore the question and stride towards my intention, hand and face moving towards his semi-hard cock. "Ungh daddy it's so big" I whisper, feeding the head of his cock into my mouth with my tongue and wrapping my hand around the base of his already hardening shaft. I can smell my sister's pussy still on him, taste her juices as my mouth engulfs his manhood. Damn her! Why does she have to.