"She is so wet!" he told the assembled diners. "This is one of the most responsive niggers I've come across. Ain't that right, girl?" Yes, Massa," she...said quietly."Tell them. Tell them what you like," he laughed, "I already know!" I's wet, Massa," she said, feeling light headed, her face was burning with embarrassment. "I likes it when Massa play wit' my coochie."She heard some laughter and opened her eyes. Every white face in the room was looking at her. She felt Mr. Richards finger enter her. She heard how they would give their boyfriends blow jobs, she could not imagine sucking on a man's cock but apparently they said it drove men wild. They talked about jacking off their boy friends and how their cum would spurt from their cocks. They talked about how their boyfriends like to feel their tits; both Amy and Pam had big breasts, double the size of Casey's own tits. Casey did not add much, but she listened and she started to imagine how it must be to have sex with a man.She was. He seemed to havethe staying power of a teenager, being blessed with the capacity to keep hiserection long after ejaculating, actually being capable of climaxing andexpelling the previously mentioned volume of fluid each time. He had avery substantial sack hanging below this weapon to supply the ingredients ofsaid fluid. Jake sat at the bar gazing worshipfully at his goddess. Susan waswell aware of his intense attention and scrutinized him closely. From theadoring look on his face. Actually present in the flesh. If he was a few years younger and not married...He was broken out of his reverie by a poke in the ribs. "Remember who you're married to," whispered Liz with a smile. His wife didn't miss much, which was one of the reasons he'd married her. And one of the reasons women like Sonia were fantasies. As they walked down the passage, the other woman in grey passed them coming back the other way. She was just as attractive as Sonia, and smiled at them as she passed. One.