Your sissy boyfriend can't give you anything like this. Tell me I'm your master. Fucking tell me, you little slut!' exclaimed her black lover. 'AHHH! ...our my fucking master!' Jessica screamed at the top of her lungs. 'I have a sissy boyfriend and he could never fuck me like you can! Ugh! Give me that fat cock, you black bastard!!! Fuck me, you fat fuck! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!' Jessica squealed, shrieking and shuddering back at her black stud as she came.With that, the black stranger. Emily reaches out takes my hand and squeezes it gently and says, "The band will probably play three or more songs tonight before the show, would you like to dance?" "I would love too," I said. Emily takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. We begin to dance, Emily leads and pulls me up close and whispers to me "That tango dance with Sammy was electrifying I could feel the passion oozing out of you. Did you get hard?" I answer, "Yes, but it was more. I felt wet in my clitty, and my ass. I smiled and whispered ‘Soon my love, for now, enjoy each sensation for what it is.’ I was running my fingers through her pubic hair now, enjoying the cooler heal of her moisture amongst the heat of her arousal. My finger then languidly traced its way down one side of her flower, where the hip joins the leg. She was squirming now, whimpering more and more, muttering feeble protests of ‘please’. I ran my finger down one side, across the roughness of her perineum and then up the other side. It. There had been little else to do but talk between rapes. I had only picked up a few names, but thought it best to treat them all as if we had known each other for years. It seemed to work out.For the rest of the day, they - we - played games. watched movies, ate, listened to music, sang, ate, and even snuggled. Sometimes with me, other times with each other. There was laughter, giggles, and sometimes tears, but relief and happiness were the prevailing moods.The first night, my ladies and I.