My dick already hardening, I crawled onto the bed. Leslie laid down at the top of the bed, ready to grab her hands if she tried to reach back and feel...me.Our motions stirred her a little. Through her alcohol filled mind, she asked "Leslie ... is he here yet, I want to get fucked?" Yes" Leslie whispered. "He is going to take care of you, just relax and enjoy the ride." Okay, I'll just lay here"With that I reached down and pulled her panties off over her fat ass, slowly peeling them down her. There was a queen-sized bed with no head or foot boards, one battered wooden end table with an ancient lamp, and a massive, but cheap looking, chest of drawers.One knot, two knot, three knot, four. The hot pink bikini lay on the floor.Her bush was shaved into a Mohawk. The hair remaining was dense and dark brown. Her breasts were high and hard with small nipples. Each breast was perfect, a tasty mouthful.She didn't look at my cock when I dropped my swimsuit."I'll be on top," she commanded, "and. We were all standing together and as we separated towards the bed my wife caught a full look at Jay standing there in the buff. “Oh my god what did you inject that thing with”?! She exclaimed, and as I looked to see him grinning widely I saw what she was talking about. His cock was massive, bigger, longer and thicker than even the photos he sent had indicated. I instantly understood everything. Why she liked black guys. Why she was reluctant to show me, or include me. I mean, how could I. ”First course was dealt with rather quickly and the servers were fondled and stroked as they removed the dishes and returned with the mains which we tucked into with a relish. The food served at the club is always spectacular in presentation and taste and despite our surroundings the guests concentrated mainly on what was on their plates for a while.The final course arrived, wheeled in by ‘nine’ and ‘eleven’. They brought the trolley to the head of the table and lifted the top off a large.