The three of us got a good rhythm; while Jackson was sucking my nipples and Peter slapping my ass cheeks very hard. Both called me a slut… a white m...rried bitch, a slut nigger lover…Peter grabbed a hand full of my curly hair and thrust his huge cock deep up my ass and suddenly he shot his warm load in my anus.At same time I felt Jackson filling my hungry cunt with his burning semen. I fell on top of his hard chest and Peter fell onto my back.Then he pulled out of my ass and I rolled off. On with her clothes and last but not least her highest heels. Those teenage boys she works with are going to have a bit of a show today, she feels kind of bad – but not enough to stop her. She’s distracted all day…What does he look like? Will they get along? Is he as good of a lover as he is a writer? Her panties are soaked. She wonders if he will be able to smell her arousal. The time is finally here, she walks into the bar, looks around wondering if he’s there yet. And then she sees him. We had arranged an early breakfast. The kitchen crew offered us cold cereal or microwave breakfast goodies. We had microwave hot waffles with microwave hot sausage and the staff of life, hot coffee. We returned to the Companion’s Lounge for a shower. I checked my cell. Our limo was on its way ETA 07:35. We had 20 minutes. I texted back “we will be ready.”It felt strange getting dressed. But apparently, that’s what most people expect. Marcy came by to say goodbye. “It’s strange to see you two. I knew I should just walk out, but I couldn’t make my legs move. From the moment I had arrived at the club, I had started to become excited. I could feel that warm, nervous ball in my gut that glowed whenever I anticipated sex. I didn’t start with any conscious intent of staying and having sex, especially kinky sex, but as the tour had progressed I had gotten hornier. Now the desire was overwhelming. I found myself undressing and taking a shower, after which I started to get into the leather.