.. I wanted to stand up for my race... but it was hard to say anything with my mouth stuffed full with his massive black cock. I just looked up at him...from my knees, and drooled all over his superior black cock while he tirelessly fucked my mouth. ... I looked back at Sarah and noticed that she was conscious again. She was propped up on her elbow, watching Marcus fuck my face, her eyes wide. Her hand was between her legs; I was mortified to have her witness my submission, but she seemed to be. Stix was hamming it up as he added percussion fills here and there. Keys sang a harmony as Don overdubbed a quick solo. Life was good. The Gibson sang to him as his fingers caressed her neck, much like Jessie's passion song the night before.The song ended and Stix whooped. "Perfect!"Don hauled the axe off his shoulder and set it down on the stand next to the studio amp."One more take on the solo?" the engineer said into his mike."We're done," Don replied."Axe..." Keys started."We're done." But. He looked down, too embarassed to hide it in front of her. ‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered, rising to his feet, feeling stupid at the boner making a tent in his trousers. ‘I must be going.’ She caught his hand before he could move. ‘Do you want me to take care of it?’ she asked. He was dry throated as her fingers encircled his shaft. His cock jumped in her hand and she looked up at him, a coy smile on her slightly parted lips. He pulled her to himself and they kissed, his hands clasping her supple. Slowly she seemed to melt into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him closer. "I went to the photo shoot and ... mmmmm ... the photographer," she said the last word filled with anger, "decided that I should try something new to broaden my career. When I asked what he wanted me to try he grabbed me and ripped my blouse off. Then he started saying things like I was a worthless whore and deserved everything he was going to do to me. I tried to fight but he threw me across.