Lola looked back at me and said, “Do youlike to watch your wife beg to be filled with blackcock? Do you want to see me become their slave, to do...nything and everything they want me to do?” I nodded yes and took out my cock and started strokingit. Lola began to push her ass back towards Dave andsaid, “Please, Master, fuck your married white whore,fill me with your cock and cum, I am yours, use me.” He shoved his hips forward and slowly buried his shinnyblack cock into my. ."--------------------Brad woke up with a headache, feeling nauseous and a bit disoriented. Hesilently cursed both the headache demons and the ones responsible forthat strange dream he'd had the night before."Damn I drank to much," he muttered, "that must have been some strongshit they spiked the punch with..." He absently wondered if he couldfind out what it was and where he could get some.Brad winced, remembering the strange dream where he'd turned into ahooker and fucked half the guys in. “Hi yourself,” said Jen, the older woman looking down at Cari, clearly amused by how flustered she was. She leaned in and gave her a warm hug. “Drew told me you were getting ready for a move. In exchange for letting us impose on you without warning, I thought it only fair to bring supplies.” She grinned and held up a bottle of wine and some duct tape. Cari laughed, her tension easing a little. “How can I refuse that?” She gave Drew a one-armed hug as well and led the two of them back upstairs. "8 fucking o'clock," I replied."Really were you alone?" Ed, that was a rude thing to ask, but yes, I was alone and awake. I was also soaking wet." Oh, you left home with wet hair from the shower. I didn't know, Max. It could have been wet and tangled from your bedroom gymnastics." First of all, my hair is too short to be tangled, and secondly, how would you know about my gymnastics?" Hell, Honey, everyone in town knows," he said, smiling at me."Not that many know first hand," I replied."Oh.