You have a layover of approximately eight hours there. You fly out of of JFK at 8pm for London. You will be met New York for a briefing. Your tickets ...re being held at the counter at Tryon International Airport." She said it all very businesslike. There were no pleasantries at all."Why is the layover so long in New York?" I asked."As I said before you will be met there for a briefing. It's all very routine," she promised me.As I expected I had a terrible time sleeping that night. I didn't. Why don't you boys go get into some old clothes and I'll be at home. The Reverend won't be home until about five." That last remark was gratuitous, but hopefully they would remember it when things got started.I went home to change also, into a loose blouse and shorts. The blouse was opaque; teen age boys get all excited when they see a bra through a blouse, and I wanted these boys to think that the sex upcoming was their idea, not mine. The shorts though were white and tight. I would have left. I live here… Honest.’ I took to holding the door, letting her enter first. She smiled as she started climbing the stairs in front of me, turning back and giving me, ‘Yea. Sure. That’s what they all say.’ I protested my innocence and carried on up the stairs, delighting in the look of her long smooth legs ahead of me. She opened the door on the first floor—my floor—and turned towards my door as she fumbled for her key. I stood at her shoulder as she tried to put her key in my door. She laughed,. After about 20 minutes of them fucking, there was a knock on the door. Our black stud (I never did get his name) told me to answer it, and don't bother getting dressed.I opened the door to 4 black dudes with heavy looking jocks. They said they were there for some head and some white pussy. Our stud hollered, “Cum in and feed the fag. First one hard gets the pussy.”They all came in and started dropping their drawers. Those cocks were huge! First one was jet black with very pronounced veins. I.