I stood in front of him, and looked into his face, his lips moved and I heard the word “kneel” which I did. I looked direct forward at his crotch... his briefs still straining, and the outline of his manhood clearly showing. Had it not been for the images that I’d been treated to here for the past few weeks I’d have thought that the outline was that of a fake one – it was so big.“Go on then, take it out” James words echoed around my spinning head, all this fantasy, all these images, the films,. I knew there was no going back now, and was even feeling slightly aroused - much to my disgust."Please Mike," I squealed. "can we suck your big, black prick and taste your hot cum between our lips." Mmmm, you're learning fast Pussy. Will you and Kelly be good girls for me?" Yes Sir." we both answered simultaneously."Tell this black man what kind of girls you both are Pussy." We're just a pair of white, trashy, sluts, who love to taste black cock and cum, Sir." I retorted.A large hand then. They were almost eating each other’s faces with their urgency to be close as he kept up his thrusting. But it wasn’t enough foe either of them, they needed more, more of each other, more than missionary, more than the normal, they needed something special to satisfy themselves after such a build-up. He stopped and pulled out much to her protest and look of shock and sadness on her face. He pulled her arms and she sat up. He got up off the bed and pulled her arms again so that they were all. Shewasn't wearing a bra, which just made things easier for me. Her tits werebigger than most of my girls, a nice 36C, with puffy pink nipples. I glanceddown and noticed a naval ring accentuated her pale stomach. On impulseI leaned down and kissed it. She cringed, of course. “Please. Please, just...take all my money and stuff, and leave. No onewill know. Just don't kill me!” She whispered suddenly, trying to lookinnocent. They all said the same stupid shit, I thought irritably. I wasalready.