There were several like-minded liberal friends of hers that also were involved in the little black stud's intensive training. If Marcus wasn't in Mrs....Young's bed at night satisfying her, he was enjoying the attention from one of her liberal white friends. Many of the husbands watched him in action between the legs of the pretty white wives as they jacked themselves off.By this time, Marcus was a teenager and was finding pretty white girls on his own. Actually, the pretty young things flocked. Beth slowly rose from the edge of her bed. They stood there for what seemed to be an eternity, just looking at one another, knowing that they both wanted to do this, but not knowing exactly how to proceed. Misty walked over to the door and turned the deadbolt, then made her way over to where Beth was standing. She squatted down towards the floor and tugged on the waist of Beth's black nylon running pants, pulling them down around her ankles. Misty stood back up, and without a word or any. Against and across the table (legs like jelly) then a real knee trembler It went on for hours most of them fucked me at least twice my holes and hands never seemed empty for to long I’d never been fucked up my arse so many times or realised how good it felt. I remember them standing me up to EMPTY me scooping it out of my holes spreading it all over my body and feeding it to me. I didn’t know who’d fucked me that night but back at the hotel Arnold told me all the waiters had fucked me along. I spent the next half hour in the closet, pulling clothes out, holding them against one another, keeping some, and putting the rest back. I had it in my mind that I wanted two sets of outfits, with a little room to improvise, depending on my mood.First, I wanted a cute, sexy, college girl outfit in case I got drunk enough to leave the party pad. I knew that was a possibility, and it excited me. For that, I had a few very short skirts, some tight blouses, knee-high socks, and my eighty-dollar.