Karen was too tired to notice the handsome master. Thepigs had trodden on her all night. Karen was tired.She was covered in pig shit. When she felt...thehandsome masters cock in her mouth she thought she wasdreaming. Karen tasted the handsome master pre-cum.She remembered the blow job she had given him monthsago. She started to suck. "Fuck my face," she mewed.The handsome master knew the minute he entered hermouth that she was the one. He knew, once again, hewas in for the ride of his. Sneha was perhaps waiting for this to happen and she had prepared herself for this I could presume!The next thing which I remember was that I asked her to stand up and dance with me; she sensed my plan and did not relent. I kept on pestering her and she agreed after a while. I wanted to feel her body with mine and dance was the most appropriate option. We continued kissing, and I was getting hornier with each passing minutes. I do not know whether she could feel my throbbing cock when we danced. Fuck it felt sooo good getting my throat fucked deep by those rock hard black fuck rods, once my throat was stretched nice and wide and the further they got there cocks down my throat the faster they got until both guys were taking turns fucking my throat .By now my black studs were really horny and rock hard, they were talking dirty to me telling me they were going to come in my mouth and throat calling me a slut and wat they would do to me for making them horny.Mark asked if i have had a guy. " Unusual nickname, 'basher'. Cricket? Bit of a batsman were you? Army days? " I said."No," said Snell. "Before that. School days. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't complain can I?"I was regretting asking. I was keen to change the subject. "Mr Clegg said you had a possible project for us." Yes," Basher replied, "Do you never feel a little cheated? As though your.