It was really that bad!Then... then, the shit really hit the fan when word of Julie's mouth-watering ass reached the ears of a rich and powerful busin...ssman that went by the name of Jack Reynolds. He is, as I was to find out later from my father, the third richest man in our state and a real sleazebag to boot. And one with a reputation for getting what he wanted. Rumor had it that once he set his sights on something, he never quit until he got it. Never!The StoryClass had just let out. And on. Seeing his majestic prick, my mouth instantly watered and I couldn't fathom why I had considered never having it in my mouth again.I opened my mouth and took it in. It felt so natural as it hardened. I again wanted to take it all in my mouth; I again wanted to feel him shoot his cum down my throat.I was no longer a straight married man...I was a cocksucker...a cocksucker for black cock.As if reading my mind, he asked, "So what would your wife say if she knew the pipe you were really working. And, they always were engaged in someathletic competition when they got together: basketball, touch footballor a little soccer. Not only couldn't David play these sports, but hehad little interest in them. David was ashamed to tell Christine, butthe guys gave him the nickname Wee Wee, because he was like the littlepiggy in the group.So, David reluctantly went with Christine to Britt's house. Once theygot there, the boys and girls separated almost immediately. The guysorganized a pickup. All but one of them were wearing above the knee skirts with a deep slit up the side, black tights, and heels that curved their calves into works of art. Damnit, that makes it even worse, thought Wes.'They're quite a bunch, aren't they," said the man sitting next to Wes. He was tall and well tanned, wearing two days of stubble and a short-sleeved shirt."Yes, they are. It figures that if I am going to miss the most important flight of my life, that plane might as well be packed with gorgeous.