He smiled at her and without saying another word he turned and left. He disappeared followed by his silhouette against the flicker of the fading torch...light. Her response to his harshness had been more than he had hoped. Whether from her training as a slave and servant or from a naturally submissive nature, he didn’t know. He only knew that it had fueled his hunger for her. A hunger he had thought long past.Slowly her breathing returned to normal and she started to focus on the present. She. I spent many hours in there after I got drunk on base (still not old enough to drink out in town). A short, fat white boy with a moon face and close-cropped blonde hair came into the restroom. His eyes lit up when he spied me. He made a beeline for the adjacent stall and immediately pulled out a short, fat cock and just let it dangle. Didn't touch it, didn't piss. Nothing. He was waiting for me to put my finger through the hole, which didn't take more than ten seconds of staring at his. He nibbled around my thighs and finally took the elastic between his teeth, as he slid the skimpy undies off of me he gripped my hips and dug his fingers in deep. I moaned to let him know he was doing all the right things, I arched my back as the thong fell from my ankles. He lifted each of my legs onto his shoulders and kissed his way up and down them until he reached my center. My breath hitched as he teased me, his tongue darting over my most sensitive of places. When he finally took my clit. I heard the front door opening and closing again. I approached the bed where my sweet wife was lying head down, with her thighs spread open, her pussy leaking sticky semen from the escaping black guy. I reached forward, and massaged her pussy lips and clitoris. Ana moaned, half in pleasure, half in protest, at this new manipulation. Then I got naked and with my hard cock in my hand I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself behind Ana’s firm body, between her open legs. I pushed forward and.