Goodness, why am I nervous? I’ve performed at countless hen nights and this isn’t my first LPWI gig. Anxious or not, I obtain a nice semi. That's ...leasing.Lucy hushes the crowd. “Ladies, welcome. Before we continue, a few announcements.” There’re loud groans and I imagine Lucy shaking her head. “Oh come, come, ladies, this is important. The substantial funds raised tonight will go to our local homeless shelter. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”“No!” someone bellows and the crowd shouts. Unlike the first time, I didn't gag and almost throw up. He was happy and pushed his tongue out and into my mouth. We kissed for a while, I rubbed his belly feeling his cock from time to time, and I was starting to enjoy it. I don't know why. I should have been feeling mortified and on some level I still was, but the alcohol and my horniness combined to destroy that resistance I would have normally had. Maybe on some level I really was a slut and got perverse satisfaction about being forced to. It had been only a matter of time, given that Justine had made her way through the men in the group, before she grabbed her time with Bill. Well, Charles and Mike had something to do with that, as with her other partners, just as she had encouraged them to enjoy their other women and Bethany had strongly urged Bill to fool around as well. He had already fucked Chelsea once, much to their mutual enjoyment, and then he had slept with Helen one night. Both women had been extremely enjoyable .... His cock flexed inside me, and I gave little grunts of satisfaction, as more of his cum filled me. Only the difference was I wanted him to spill every drop of it inside me. I was startled to realize I wanted to have his baby. In fact, only his baby. I became his black-owned cock-slave in that moment. We kissed, long and lewdly, as I shared my affection for him, and he showed me his. His touch was no longer rough, hard, and painful. But his finger pads were tender, and loving. I may not have.