Deep down inside I wanted these white fuckers to have to deal with as much of a black man's cum as I could possibly deposit. When I finally pulled out...I looked down at my prick and saw a white coat of sticky cum all over me, even dripping down to coat my balls. White man's cum. I shivered in disgust for a moment, then thought about the money and sniffed the air, the whole room smelled like cum now.It was cool to watch one of them go down on her a short while later, it felt good somehow to know. Ok." Ok, Tx again."I pick up all of my new purchases, stuff my thong back into my pocket andheaded to the front of the store to check out.Oh, no.At the front of the store was an older cashier woman, who looked like aformer German dominatrix!She wore all black, was big boned and big breasted, her blonde hair up ina tight bun.Intimidating to say the least!I felt very small in her presence.She could have been Sara's mother or aunt, in attitude and posture.She was also positioned next to the exit. . ." "So, then, what do you think about," she asks as she sits up and stretches her arms over her head, thrusting her chest out provocatively, "when I do this?" His mouth dries up, his eyebrows lift, as he stares at her display. "Or this?" He tries to keep his eyes in his skull as she leans in toward him. Striking a cheesecake pose, she presses her breasts between her arms and coos playfully, seductively. Forming what she knows must be a mind-numbing valley of lush cleavage, she purrs and mews. Of course some pictures would be taken. Due to the nature of the conversation before their guests retired for bed, the men assumed they would not get a chance to further debauch them. The Count said, "Raphael it is too bad that they will be leaving so soon. I thought that it would not have taken much time for the two women to perform in front of cameras for us. We could have made some spectacular color movies of them with their men. Then it wouldn't have taken much time for them to perform with.