What should I do? I'm still not sure I –" Don't worry," Jack replied, as Emily got up off the bed. "Just sit on the bed and look pretty, my sexy slu.... Trust me. Promise. I just need to do... this." The wavy lines and numbers from one of the monitors abruptly vanished, suddenly flashing quick flashes of emerald and violet and pink lights instead. Donna sat up in the middle of the bed, sitting cross-legged as she stared vacantly at the blinking monitor, her eyes wide and glassy, her mouth slack. When we decided to move apart so we said nothing about having sex with others. So yesterday when I was out with my girlfriends, I was a little drunk and horny so I started to flirted with a black guy in the bar then I followed him to his hotel room and continued to drink and talk so after a while we ended up on the couch. I was so horny I have not had sex since last autumn, so I did not protest when he began to go under my dress and into my panties. I started to moan heavily when his fingers. He is wearing thin white cotton, draw string pants and and a casual white cotton button down shirt. I say, "I got us a massage honey, you're up first." The massuese introduces himself as Marco and he has a wonderful white smile and dark brown eyes. He helps you on to the table on your stomach and he adjusts your towel so that it is covering your ass. He asks you what you like, deep tissue, shiatsu, etc. As you two are talking I jump in the shower. He is oiling up your back and slowly massaging. Oh shit she is so good” he wails and Rodney picks up the pace in my arse. Suddenly he groans and explodes deep inside me. “Oh fuck that was good” Rodney groans “who’s next. Come and get a piece of this nice arse”.It takes mere seconds before I assaulted by another guy availing himself of my now stretched and lubricated hole. He doesn’t bother to ease into the task, rather he pounded me feverishly from the word go. The cock in my mouth is pulled out. “I don’t want a blow job I want a piece of.