?Right, we are going upstairs to my cunt room. I want to see how well youcan perform for me. Stand and walk ahead of me. You won't go far or fast like...his.? And still holding my cock firmly in his hand, stretching it painfullyback and up between my buttocks, he guided me out of the room. Although myballs were crushed up against my buttocks so I felt as if they were going toget stuck in my crease, my cock was hugely stimulated by his vice like gripand I found it strangely comforting and exciting. I was shaking and didnt have to reply debating what to do for 30 min just looking at my phone screen, my phone rang, i sat down and answer''hi babby girl , i didnt want to scare you, can we meet for a cofee at least''and i accepted , an hour later sit in a cafee infront of a tall big pepper hair black daddyhe was so nice and normal i started to like himhe must have notice because he stood up and suggest we finish our cofee walking outsidemy heart started to pound as soon as I face the wood area. Naked flesh, everywhere. He felt like a kid in a sweet shop. It was all his. They were all his. He could do whatever he wanted to them, and oh, he did. There was a young woman on the treadmill, who David found very attractive, aside from one little detail; her boobs were far too small. That was easily changed though, and with a single thought, the woman was sporting a pair of F-cups, which jiggled as she ran. Of course, she wouldn't notice until she got home, but what a shock she'd have when. My friend Chris and I got about as shitfaced as I have ever been. We killed a fifth of vodka and a case of beer before going to their place to pregame. We walked in and my eyes immediately fixated on Amber. She was looking amazing and I had never noticed how hot I thought she was. At the bar she kind of playfully touched me, sat on my lap, etc. She wasn't a hoe, so no making out, but I knew good things were to come. We got home from the bar and she immediately took me into her bedroom and.