At the time we tried to work out who it might be, but when Francis’ video arrived his introduction told us not to bother trying to find the other fi...e guys who’d ‘enjoyed me’, as they were all sailors on a Nigerian oil tanker and were already long gone and out at sea in international waters.In the video we saw Francis tell the five sailors how I’d be going to Nigeria with him. He explained about the three porters and how my husband had enjoyed watching, adding that this was a last group fuck to. Let Donna explain.Donna's turn:"Bill, I need to go face Mizz Helen." You sure, baby?" You know the answer, Bill. She knew the old me, the one that dumped off my daughter on her, all that old stuff that I put behind me." That we put behind us," my Bill replied. "How do you think she's going to receive it?" Gracefully," I said. "Helen was a decent woman."I called her. "Helen, I need to come meet you and talk." Why, Donna?" Because I was a total ass. A lifetime ass. I was trash, Helen." You're not. ”I watched him turn and head into the adjoining bathroom, too spent to move, but loving the look of the muscles of his back and thighs, and that tight bubble butt. I heard him rummaging around in the medicine cabinet, and I saw the jar of petroleum jelly in his hand when he came back out, but it was that cock that I focused on like a laser.“I know what you need, baby,” he grinned as he got on his knees on the bed beside my head, offering his cock to my mouth. “Huh uh, no hands,” he chuckled,. Her long hair, still wet, was splayed out across the white rug behind her. She wore a dark blue nighty made of silk, barely long enough to cover her hips and with light blue lace above her breasts. I had never seen it before, and I was paralyzed by her beauty. Her arm slowly reached up and she combed her fingers through her hair. I was hypnotized by the subtle shift in the silk as her breast moved beneath it. ‘I want you to make love to me by the fireplace,’ she said quietly. I could feel blood.