My cock was aching to be released so I could wank whilst watching these might studs pound my wife's married white pussy.I was pulled from the car and ...ead into the back room of the gas station, my heart jumped into my mouth, there were at least 5 other black men in the room smiling and passing comments about the white boy who had delivered his wife to some real men to fuck for him, so his little white clit could rest for the night.I heard a noise behind me and turned to look, there was Carla. I’d pay 750 an acre and that would be high. As soon as I get off the phone I’ll call.”“I’m back ... your name is on three boxes. We’ll hold them at the quoted price for a year.”“You don’t need to hold them that long. I expect to be back in Wyoming by October.”“Ok. By the way ... there’s a guy here in Hector who sells peeled balsam fir poles at seven bucks each.”“You have my card number?”“Yes.”“May I impose?”“You want me to call him?”“Please?”“Hold on.” She hollered, “Zak!”A very faint,. A few moments later she pulled up her shirt and pulled her bra up to expose her tits. “Jenn!” I yelped, “someone will see!” “Only if I get to my knees on the seat.” she responded. “Or they're in a tall lorry.” I shot back as a tall lorry passed us. She pulled her shirt down until it just covered her tits “But, I still want to feel your hands on me.” she said, as she placed my hand on her soft, smooth flesh under the shirt. I squeezed gently and rubbed the nipple in small circles. She hummed. I put the car into drive and pulled out into traffic. I glanced down at the GPS.We would have so much fun once we arrived at our destination.I loved being a futa. I hoped Chloe and Athena were having as much fun as me. I couldn’t wait to find out to whom Chloe had given the last pair of panties to. I trusted that naughty, fourteen-year-old futa-minx to find the perfect woman to bestow the last pair of mind-controlling panties upon.My pussy clenched in anticipation of the fun that was to.