" He pulled the finger out and rubbed the head of his dick against my pussy. He groaned and ordered me"Beg for it. Beg for my cock in your pussy. Tell...me you want my cock deep in your pussy. That you are my slut. Tell me now or play time is over." I was so scared that this was end I was crying and I whimpered out"Master! Please! Please fuck me! I want your cock deep in my pussy. I'm your slut oh please just fuck me!" The words had barely left my lips when he shoved his cock in my tight wet. The conversation sparkled, she was receptive and very flirty. She smiled coyly as she reached over and touched his hand, brushed her stockinged leg against his knee, letting him know that she was interested. As they laughed and flirted, her hand stole up his inner thigh and she began to trace the shape of his stiffening cock through the cloth with long, red fingernails. She pulled down his zipper and slid her hand inside, straightening his penis as it hardened. Her fingers massaged and pressed. “Like this?” She asked in a churlish tone, giggled, and strutted over to the door, She opened the door, and stood so she was in total view of whomever was at the door. It was the couple from a couple of rooms down that had watched Cheryl blowing the black guy outside the room.“Come on in,” Cheryl greeted them.The woman entered first followed by hubby.“Um, I saw the men leave a bit ago,” she was trying to find the words.“So, you want to know what it is like to suck and fuck six big, black. "What time is it?" I asked."Almost seven. Dinner is ready when you want it." Good." I yawned and stretched. I was almost ready for another round, but if Ivan couldn't walk, I figured I should restrain myself. I sat up and realized I was alone in bed. "Where is Sweetcakes?" Bathroom." Juan rolled his eyes. "He insists that he wants to try Zane's cooking before you hire him." Ess my job." Ivan said from the bathroom door. "I'm the cook. He's an assistant at best." He moved oddly toward the bed -.