It was past dark already and she knew I had something in mind as soon as I bypassed the highway. I unbuckled my seat belt and then hers. I grabbed my ...oft cock through my pants letting her know what I wanted. Neither of us are opposed to sex in unusual spots, and she knows I love to get a blow job while driving. She took the hint. Leaning over she unbuttoned and unzipped my cargo pants and pulled open the fly. She cupped my balls in her hand and started to message them while taking my soft cock. She was perpetually in fear and in doing so, she would be her greatest tormentor. Her imagination was running on overdrive and surely there were some, a few humiliations that theyd not done to her that she was well aware of and thankful that they hadnt been done to her. Mr. B informed Becky that they had class together and that they were also rather late. Best to show up in a pair, he reasoned with her. Not like she had a choice. It seemed like a truce but she knew much better now there was no. She opened a groggy eye and stared at my nude body beside her. Then she reached up to stroke my semi-hard penis and promised to take care of me when I returned.I stepped into the hallway, stark naked, and proceeded to walk to the bathroom. I couldn't have timed it better. Seconds later, Katie stepped out of the bathroom, all wrapped up in a towel, her dark hair hanging stringy wet, and combed straight back and clinging to her scalp."Good morning," I said.She was looking down but my greeting. A true black 'Bull', born in Liberia he had been living for the last two years in Britain. My imagination was immediately alive and everything about his rough demeanour appealed to me, typified by his poor but understandable English. The social gap between himself and Sandra was unmistakable and like me Jamal saw a rare opportunity. He bragged early that he had experience, including a single, white woman in London he'd been fucking for several months. When he asked me what my interest was I.