Her smooth white skin and the valley between her breast were inviting me to touch her more and more. My hands finally touched something. My heart was ...ounding as though it will come out of my body anytime. I pressed my hands further to find something really soft and tender being pressed under it. I was enthralled and excited that I finally touched the marvel made by God. I opened my eyes slowly to see where my hands were. “Yup mission accomplished” I thought. My hands had safely landed on my. .all this time i still cannot see anything, heightening my senses...his cock pounding into me deeper and deeper the dildo filling my ass, his cock filling my pussy, wet panties gagging me...he spits on my face and tells me what a bad slut i am.....i start to cum like nothing ive ever felt before.....my legs shaking..moaning...breathing so heavy.......i feel my juices start to erupt from my pussy this excites him more and more till he is moaning too, cumming in me...telling me i am a beautiful. Some with cameras hooked up to other rooms for voyeuristic action. It was a jungle fever level of Dante’s sexual Inferno. And then he finally posted the rules.1. Only black men permitted2. No minors.3. No weapons allowed on premises4. No recording equipment allowed on premises5 . No birth control devices allowed on premisesIt worked.Now every night there was a line forming of black men and white/asian/latina/ first nations/ indo women waiting to get in. They came from all over the state for a. We stepped out into a beautiful early autumn day, the sun was bright andI could hear the sounds of people all around me. We live on a street witha common walkway between the houses; cars were parked in the alley behindthem so there was nothing for me to really hide behind except for a treehere and there.She took my hand and firmly pulled me along with her."Please honey let me go put on some pants at least. I pleaded."Why when you're already wearing such a nice little skirt...don't you likethat.