Let me sit on your face, Laura?" Baby, you can... Laura whimpered, sitting on the bed and stroking the inner sweetness of Janey's thigh, watching the ...irl penetrate her own cunt with a finger. "Oh, darling, you can do anything you want! You can sit on my face any time you want to!" Ooooo!" Janey mewled, her eyes glazed in passion. "I've never done that before, Laura. But I've always wanted to sit on a face."Laura stretched out beside Janey. "You can now, darling," she murmured, amazed at. ‘Ahh Ollie there you are,’ whispered the director in her thick, French accent as she urgently grabbed me by the elbow and led me over to my entrance position. ‘How are you feeling?’ she asked as she hurriedly flicked through some sheets in the clipboard she held in her well manicured hand.‘I’m fine,’ I replied through a dry mouth as I gazed upon the performance on the stage that was occurring only a few meters away from me.‘Good, good,’ she said absent mindedly, ‘you’ll be great, I just know. Her name was Starr. She was six-feet tall without heels, had voluptuous surgically enhanced hips and ass, and a pair of fake 38F tits. Her skin was dark and she had pretty hazel eyes. Her weave was a lucious, flowing honey blonde that ran halfway down her back. Starr wore a sexy French maid costume with clear, peep toe, slide-on, four-inch high heels.“Got damn, gurl,” opined Terrance.“You like it, daddy,” she checked twirling around.“Hell yeah!”“Come on in. Have a seat.”Terrance sat on the. Strangely, in the next few days, I barely rummaged through xhamster, seemingly confused by the incident on that Sunday afternoon. I was not sure anymore if I really wanted to have sex with a foreign black guy. Of course, I always had this written on my profile page on the net, but writing is just something other than to put it into action. Thankfully, my husband did not even talk about it over the next few weeks, so I assumed that this need had vanished.On a November weekend, I still had to go.