He went down on her wet pussy, and he started licking her throbbing clit. As soon as he pushed his tongue against her clit she let out a loud moan. He...kept licking her pussy, and finger fucking her with two fingers, until she started screaming and asking for his cock.He happily complied.As soon as he brought the tip of his cock to her pussy, she grabbed him by his butt and pulled him in. All in one go. He took her hands and pinned them above her head, and started slowly to fuck her.She. He slowly tweaked it, and she moaned. He let go of her bun and stepped around her while allowing his rock hard dick to rub against her side, leaving a splotchy trail of pre-cum on her.He gingerly sat down on the couch allowing his thighs to remain open exposing the thick, wet, black stalk of his dick to her. She literally couldn't take her eyes off of it. A cock like his, you didn't see often, and she was taking every opportunity her eyes could get. He noticed her 'deer in the headlights' look. "Pull up the back of your dress before you sit to stop you leaving marks as I know that silly little clit is bound to dribble. I also don't want you clit dribbling on the leather and staining it so I have provided that lovely bag for your pleasure." She laughed as she said this.Once seated, I found that the sack was very uncomfortable and irritating to sit upon. My bottom and clit started to itch immediately and I wondered whether the sack had been soaked in the nipple rouge."Stop fidgeting. Most of the audience were laughing, muttering to themselves, and/or standing in the back with their arms crossed. "Nothing wrong with being a faggot," he continued. I could tell something bad was about to happen, so I started inching toward the door."Well, if you want us to be faggots, then we'll be faggots for you." He whispered to Martin, who started into "Cheree." "Jerry, Jerry/my black leather laddie," he warbled toward Fat Asshole, about fifteen octaves above his usual range. "I love you.".