I was probably the color of a firetruck. He looked into my eyes and smiled, as if a woman wanting to be with two men was the most natural thing in the...world. He wasn't leering at me at all. He was a good looking man, darker than Royal, and much slimmer. Not skinny, by any means, but not as built up. While Royal went to the counter to get me a Caffe Latte, Nathan and I began to talk. He asked me some general questions and I struggled to answer coherently. But Royal was right, he was a nice guy.. “So you’ve heard the rumors, huh? I think you might need to take what people say with a grain of salt, you being an attorney and all. Besides, I don’t have a shotgun out here ... yet. I also don’t see you as being the marrying type, so you are safe enough.”The way she said all that, neither confirmed nor denied the rumors about her past. But she still eased my mind some by what she said. As far as the part about being the marrying type ... well, look at my track record. I was oh for four so. I was fucked so hard by the guys. They took turn and fuck my ass gently as well as hardly. I came so hard while getting fucked in the ass and once of the guys was in my mouth. I was ridding that black dick so good. Brice didn’t have to ask for anything, he just came over and started to lick me cum on my dick. I felt so good. The boys were going at it hard. They called me names that Brice never thought I would gladly accept. Asian bitch, Asian sissy, manpussy, BBC slut, bitch slave, and the list. And then he did it. He turned her to him and lowered her onto his cock. It stretched the mouth of her pussy tight and she felt her cockpit stretch and stimulate her. Her stomach rippled as his cock filled her. She moved on him her breasts bouncing as she rebounded from his belly. His cock shimmered, coated liberally with her sacramental oils, baptized in her font. It was a matter of very few minutes before she felt her body acknowledge his mastery and she groaned wantonly as she came. Her.