During one of the coffee conversations, I had mentioned that I used to do body massage as I had taken quite a few classes with respect to knowing the ...ressure points. She had heard that and one evening she buzzed me in the office messenger and asked me about the massage thing. I casually told her how the training was given to us, how we identify the pressure points in the body and how it will help in better circulation of blood and so on. She got excited and without hesitation requested me to. Until finally the guy behind me had his hands on my tits and the guy in front of me had his hands almost all the way up my thighs. I didn’t know how much farther they would take things, how much farther I would go, but I soon found out. The guy behind me slipped his hands inside the top of my toga, his palms on my bare tits. As he started massaging them and tweaking my nipples, I let out a small moan. Everything else was forgotten though when the hands up the skirt of my toga found my. I quiver, not knowing what he is planning to do. I can feel the wetness growing between my legs. Suddenly I feel the hard slap of his hand on my ass. The blood rushes to my head. I hear the swish of something in the air and then feel the sharp smack of his belt on the same spot his hand just hit. I raise my ass to meet it. I want more. The belt swishes again. And again. I feel the welts rising on my ass. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and hit the tender area next to my asshole. Hard. . Each one had left a big load of cum inside her both holes, taking turns to switch her between them.When both black lucky bastards were done with her, Ana admitted she was not able to stand up on her shaky legs. But she finally managed to dress up again.Paul asked Jerome for his permission to introduce my wife to his black buddies; he said they would be glad of fucking such a slutty married white bitch. Ana them whispered to them that she would love to be gangbanged only by the thickest blackest.