She sucked it for a long while.Suddenly he told Ana to get onto the bed. The black guy then told me:"It's time for me to fuck that slutty married whit... pussy”He stepped over to the bed ready to fuck my eagerly awaiting wife.Anita lay on her back, legs spread slightly as that huge black man got on the end of the bed. My view from the left side bottom allowed me to see the side view and also see all the way up her legs. He crawled between her legs, his massive hard black cock almost dragging on. He grabbed my wrists together with one hand and pulled me tighter to him so he could hit my cunt with even more force. The other hand gave my ass a wicked slap which was even more intense with the splashes of cold water. I was fucking loving all of it. He slapped me a couple of more times making me groan with pleasure. Resting his hand, he spread his fingers wide on my burning red ass cheek and let his thumb find a resting place on my tight rosebud ass hole. The tip of his thumb slid in up to. “Why not let me model each one for you. Just get comfortable (yeah right) on the bed while I try each one on. So we know which ones I’ll keep and which ones you can return.”With each panty she turned around, bent forward, pulled the panty down and replaced with a new one. Each time I’d get a glimpse of her slender legs and hairless pussy lips. My cock was straining to get out.On about the 8th panty she tried on I took the liberty of taking my cock out of my golf shorts and started stroking. I had nobusiness staying in this weird place any longer.Since I couldn't see what was going on, I had to rely on my ears. Ilistened to any sounds that might have given me clues as to where theelevator was taking Buffy-Mike, but the steady purring of themachinery, although by no means loud, drowned out everything else.Naturally, the elevator was in all likelihood little more than a prop,a superficially functional piece of the set to give form to forcesthat the human mind could not comprehend,.