Emma, the chicken, told me to go first. As he pulled off his shirt, we were both amazed at his muscular chest. As I laid down totally naked on the bl...nkets, this black man, much older than our parents began kissing and licking my vagina. And I had no idea that it would feel this great. I'll skip a lot of details, but in no time I reached the best and wildest orgasm of my life, and this hungry black man did not back away either. Emma went next, and he worked the same magic on her. As we told. "I read somewhere about a case up around here where the guy did that. I thought it might confuse you for a while. I knew once you tagged her as a hooker, it was just a matter of time before you traced her to the club. Then you would probably know it was me. How did you know, I was more than a witness?" she asked."Kara, it just fitted you. When you wouldn't give up the John, I knew better than to believe you didn't know him. The only reason you wouldn't give him up is it would lead right back to. For some reason, Lindsey finds this position to be especially satisfying – probably because of having her g-spot probed by the tip of my cock. But she also seems to like the feeling of being helplessly pinned and being forced to submit to pleasure ... I slowly pistoned my cock in and out of her and then gradually picked up the pace, force and depth of my insertions – and was gratified with the rising intensity of her orgasm, or perhaps of the sequence of her orgasms, for sometimes it was hard. Would you believe me if I told you thateven HE served a term here as a waitress? Don't you ever tell him Itold you that, by the way. He'd be embarrassed if he thought anyoneelse knew it." Eric, you don't have anything to worry about." I told him. "I'm nevergoing to tell ANYONE, anything I learn about this experience OR aboutthe people who are working here. Let's face it, disregarding what yousaid earlier about the possible penalties of telling people about this,who'd BELIEVE me? Unless I took.