She turned on the water, and plugged the bathtub. She poured in bath salts, to help her relax. Dipping her hand into the water, to make sure it wasn't...too hot, she stepped into the tub. She lowered herself, and sat down in the hot water. It felt great, and she laid back, and enjoyed the sensation. She closed her eyes, and began to fantasize. She fantasized a lot lately, about rough, nasty sex. Lately her fantasies had involved only black men. For reasons she could never explain, or understand,. When they finished stripping one of the guys stood at the end of the table with his 9” cock in his hand. “Stand back” he exclaimed as the other guy stepped away from the table. He looked Jen in the eyes and said “time to sink the 9 into the hole”. I had to laugh at this pool/cock size analogy. He climbed onto the table. As he moved into position, Jen moved her pussy lips apart and smiled “this hole is open but it is a tight shot”. He smiled “Oh I’ll get it in there alright” as he slowed eased. The specialty of the toilet door was that it was a half door. The bottom 20% was visible. I was in my jeans and top. I quickly pulled down my jeans and sat. I was so worried that he would come anytime that I was not able to pee at all.Finally, I calmed myself down and flow started. And the expected happened. I heard the door open. The sound of my pee sounded like Dolby digital echo. I quickly flushed to overpower that sound and also as an indication to the cleaner that somebody is inside the. She closed her eyes and began riding Aphrodite's stone once more. The residual warmth of the sun was now warming her from the inside. She imagined how many other young girls had pleasured themselves in exactly this way across the past millennia. No wonder this rock phallus was worn so smooth.The heated stone almost felt alive. She imagined a hunky guy lying beneath her, muscled with strong arms, sparkling brown eyes and tousled dark hair. His cock was rock-hard and he cupped her breasts from.