As I sat there, I was looking up at him, feeling and tasting him resting on my tongue as I motioned my head "yes" and moaned "mm-hmm"."Good", he said...."Did you tell anyone about what we did in the shower at the cabin?" I shook my head side to side, motioning "no" and moaning " mmm...mmm"."Good", he said. "Do you ever touch yourself thinking about it?" After a long embarrassing pause, I motioned my head "yes" and moaned "mm-hmm"."And do you fantasize about me doing it to you again?" I paused. Meanwhile, I watched as Jamal kept shoving his cock in the bitches’ mouth while George declared, ‘All in.’ ‘Well, ream her ass,’ I said, like her father had done to me…albeit with a much smaller cock. ‘No, please,’ she begged, tears streaming down her face, ‘it hurts so much.’ ‘No different than when your father fucked me,’ I pointed out, before quipping, ‘although his dick is the size of a seven year old.’ ‘Oh slut, today you are a cum bucket. We plan to fill you with so much nigger cum. We chatted as I tossed my stuff into two of the machines. She told me that she was 24 and had just moved here to wonderful South Carolina from Florida to be near her grandmother, the last close relative she had, and for some reason I sensed in her voice, a deeper reason, a darker reason. I told her that I was headed soon to 37 and worked for myself, running a little odd job business… going out to do simple repairs for people who were unable to do it themselves, or weren’t able to hire some. Man, I felt just like Hugh Hefner! During our conversation, Sara said that she would love to see her boyfriend and me suck each others' cocks (she didn't know yet that I was bi and had done that before). I shared fleeting glances with Bonnie as I explained that I would be nervous sucking a man's cock, but I said that if that was what Sara wanted, I would try to accommodate her. I asked her about her boyfriend, Ron, to find out where he was sexually. She said that he was as straight as an arrow,.