..sorry hon." She laid her head back on the pillow, and I leaned over to flat-tongue her nipples and breasts. "Oh god, you'd better stop that right no......I must get going," she protested. My penis was fully erect as she sat up to get out of bed, and as she did, she brushed her nipples against the head. "There...some of your own medicine you horny boy," she scoffed. She took a quick shower, and I watched her as she put on a plain white panty and bra, gray slacks, and a red pullover top. She. The clunk of a switch rang out and the room was flooded with flickering orange light. 25 big muscular black guys came into the room. They looked like total gangsters, with tattoos, gold chains, baggy pants and white tank tops. They surrounded me excitedly talking about what a nice piece of fuck meat I was, they talked about how they were going to destroy me as they groped my ass and rubbed my body. The did not seem to notice or care about my little 4 inch cock rock hard between my legs. Before. Her rack wasn’t bad either. I pulled my wallet, found a twenty and laid it down. ‘Thanks May. My names Paul. You can call me cuckold Paul if you like. Or, how about Sucker. Yeah, sucker is good. That’s me. Sucker Paul.’ Nothing like a little self pity to get things started. ‘Call me SP for short.’ May left without responding and came back with a Black Label. She placed it down and leaned over to whisper in my ear. ‘Take it easy Paul. She can’t be worth the pain you’re going to feel if you get. Back on the bike you lesbian slut, you're really gonna enjoy the ride now, she tugged on the thong and said so am I. We rode for another 10 kilometers, and I near passed out from the intense vibration, in both holes. I leaned forward, gripping and caressing her breast as my own scent filled my nostrils. I was out on my head when we pulled up to a shack, surrounded by bikes. Milan was on a picnic table by the door, bent over it with a guy fucking her ass, and a woman eating her snatch. I huge.