My husband was kissing me hard and pressing his Lund against my Choot as our new partner pressed me hard from behind. I threw my arm up over my head a...d around the strangers’ neck pulling his face to my neck.Being pressed between two hot men was causing my heart to pound in my chest. I could hardly breathe as two hands squeezed my Mummy. I could feel my husband start to unbutton the front of my dress to allow the stranger access to my bare Mummy. A loud moan escaped my lips as the strangers’. I am still quivering from my climax, sensitized as hell, and the pressure of you inside me is intense.‘Slowly,’ I gasp.‘I was on the phone,’ you say gruffly in response, and leaning forward, press another half-inch into me.‘Oh please,’ I beg, tears starting in my eyes, my fingers beginning to work in earnest on my clit again, trying to over-ride the pain-signals with pleasure ones. ‘Please, go slow.’You back out a bit and push again, forcing your way in another inch or so. We both moan, and I. I know this because he said, “Muthafucka dats a perfection ass…I gunna fuck tha shit outadat…” The guy I being made to suck said, “Shit yeah, you dis bitch wants that black cock…Hakim said she went fucking nuts sucking him off at dah-store…Ain’t dat right white whore?” I decided to go with it, after all it was the truth, a hot black cock is always first in my line, but this was different I was not in control. In fact I was about as far out of control of my situation as I could have imagined.. Remember? That's why you got your spankingin the first place. And you promised to be a good little girl all day and to dowhat you're told, right?" Yes. But I only said that since you were spanking me." I said with littleenthusiasm as I moved over to my dresser. I felt funny standing there in my braand panties and wasn't all that happy that Jason wanted me to pose. I stillwasn't used to having a boy see me dressed or should I say undressed like this.Somehow I felt standing around in front of a.