She was especially sensitive to slow close dancing when she had a few drinks. Mario was never a good dancer but I was. He was more athletic than I was...though. He played football on the high school team. During the night we made sure my wife always had a drink and we coaxed her into drinking faster than usual. When ever I got the chance I would pull Mario’s arm around her without her noticing. She would look at me and I would give her a smile of approval. Mario soon caught on and he did not miss. Her creamy white skin was enough for me. We had been fucking for atleast 20 minutes straight and i was starting to feel the tightening in my balls, but just as i was about to cum, the brunette slowed her bouncing till she was only gliding her hips over me. Her pussy gyrating my hardness deep within her. I moaned gripping onto her hips and trying to get her to finish me off. She giggled coming to a full stop, her hips resting over mine, my throbbing cock still pulsing inside of her."W-why d-did. It was basically a lane with a lot of buildings and prostitutes standing outside luring customers. While waking down the lane, I saw a lean girl with large boobs. Her tummy was completely flat, and her ass and boobs were amazingly swollen. She had long hair, beautiful eyes and wore a crop top and jeans. So, I went to her and asked her the rate. She smiled at me and said, fuck first, then decide. I was stunned! I knew she was going to rob me, but for fucking that piece of ass, I could afford to. She needs a chance to recover before we continue".As her master was talking, Jerome left a dog bowl full of water beside Anita. They both disappeared upstairs. Anita was laying there battered and exhausted. She was thankful for the water but could not use her hands to pick up the bowl and drink so she brought her face to the bowl and sipped at it. A few minutes later both black men reappeared."The poor bitch was thirsty" Jerome laughed. It was time for round two. Anita did not resist when her.