I loved to look at her sexy body. She saw me looking at her too. She didn't mind though, she tease me by bending over pretending to pick up something....Her loose shirts and tight blue jeans showed her big bust and round ass. She looked at me when she did it. I always acted like I wasn't peeking, but her and I both knew I was. Zach finally left for college and I had left my cell phone charger at his house. Since I was only 16 I was still stick in high school. I went over to retrieve my charger.. Her pussy started to get wet at that thought. Were they in California? Corecia said that their Black Daddy owned them. How was that possible? Slavery was illegal. But both she and the other girl Quanesha wore slave collars. And they seemed so happy. They said that they paid their reparations every night! That meant that they were fucking and sucking Black cocks every night! That made her pussy get wetter.At that point Corecia and Quanesha came into the room. They helped Marci to use the shower.. I grabbed another pair of yoga pants and whispered to him to follow me. His eyes lit up and he was like a little puppy following me into the changing room. So here we are. Two horney men and me in a 3 x 5. I took off my yoga pants and stood on the changing room bench between my two men. I spread my ass cheeks for the creepy guy. He knew what to do. His face was buried deep in my ass while hubby rubbed his bald head on my pussy. Omg.....this creep we met was tongue fucking my ass soooooo. ’ ‘Once more, Mr. Troutman, I have to advise you that you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you still wish to proceed?’ The suspect jumped up and pounded the table. ‘Gosh darn it, yes! We’ve done this three times already! That’s so old school, you know? It doesn’t matter. The law is thirty years behind the times, so it doesn’t matter. Technology moves at light speed and the law moves at the speed of a glacier. To heck with.