“Oh my dear God!” she moaned loudly. Michael reached down and grasped his shaft with his right hand and started to stroke it, firmly but slowly. H...s body jerked as he closed his eyes for a second. He loves his own cock, she thought. “Oh fuck!” she groaned. “You are so fucking hot!” she moaned breathlessly. She quickly removed her sports bra and capris and stood naked before him, except for her white cotton thong, which was by now soaking wet. Her nipples were tiny torpedoes and her cleft was on. Aisha couldn't help but notice how attractive he was."Hi, my name is Aisha and I'm in your neighborhood letting people know about our new mosque that was just built down the road. We're asking for donations as well as inviting people to come worship with us."The man looked up and down Aisha's body and seemed to be paying more attention to her burqa then what she was saying about the new mosque."Why don't you come inside where it's nice and cool Miss Aisha? My name is Michael by the way."Aisha. Your ass is mine now." Without hesitation I reinforced this knowledge to him, "My ass is all yours." As he opened the door to leave he turned to me and said with a smile, "Just be ready tomorrow around 5 for some more black dick, got it?" I just nodded as he left. I was so happy, tomorrow his cock and cum would be in me again.The next day I rushed through my work and ran my errands as quickly as I could. I would be home by 3. Plenty of time to prepare myself for John. I stopped by the. Owen came in just behind them carrying bags and boxes containing eight bottles of expensive wine, special crackers, and a huge round of imported Dutch cheese.Dave brought out his tool kit, and the men spent the next half-hour assembling the new massage table and learning all of the adjustments on it. The girls took turns coming out onto the patio and checking on their progress and also imagining what fucking on and around the table would be like – the same things the men were contemplating..