My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the photos of black men with massive pricks strewn all over the white tablecloth, making their darknes... stand out even more, much to my joy. I eagerly picked each one up and displayed them for him asking if they were real, he laughing as he assured me that they were and what did I think of the sight. I was laughing as well by then and told him I would love to see one of those giants in the flesh, admitting that they were making my insides tingle. But kissing Coach, or rather being kissed by him, since all I could do was lay there and take it, was pretty exciting. This was man kissing, I figured, hard and strong and without all the tender girly stuff. His tongue was fucking my mouth the same as his cock was fucking my ass and it made me shiver all over. I was groaning into Coach's mouth and my arms tightened around his neck. His cock was rubbing against the sensitive walls of my vagina through the thin bit of flesh that separated them,. She again whispers in my ear in that sexy voice "ARE YOU READY MY GOOD LITTLE GIRL" and of course I say yes. So as she says GO I bolt like lighting not just to hump that cock to try and cum but because the surprise pain was tremendous . Like a racing horse jockey to his spurs and riding crop she had her spiked leather glove on her other hand , home made by me with a golf glove and thumb tacks that she began stroking my clitty with as the paddle landed on my pussy cheeks. In what seemed like. If the fitting lady doesn’t escort you to the door, you can pretty much get lost finding the door and never find it. Well, at least that’s when the curtains are drawn. The temperature is a comfortable warm not too hot not too cold just the perfect degree overall. I am swapping out one set of clothing with the other trying to see what look, am I trying to go for. I don’t want anything too over the top but I don’t wanna be under-dress. I keep swapping back and forth. I got a few tops, pants and.