” “I told you. I’ve been trying to wear that assout for months too. Can never get enough black dick.”,John told the stranger.“Turn around an... face me” the stranger commandedme. I did what I was told. I had the feeling that thisman could easily hurt me seriously if he wanted too. Iwas more than a bit nervous. I turned and faced him.He lifted up his leg and I removed his dress shoe, thenthe other. He stood up and he towered over me. Ilooked forward and could hear him unbuckle his pantsand then I. "Well she's a big girl now, so yeah I suppose," he muttered."Let's get this straight, I don't want you getting arsy about it when you find out I'm poking her," I said. "Do you want to fuck her as well?" W-what! No for course not, she's my sister," he stuttered."Yeah right, that's what this is all about, isn't it?" I said."No, please I can't, can I? But she does have a great body, not that she shows it off," he smiled at a secret memory."Ok, ok mate, tell you what," I said, "I'll come over and. "Yes, I'm a good girl," I manage to moan as the fringes reach my cunt. He proceeds to tickle me with the fringes, causing me to buck and squirm on the bed."I didn't know good girls had whips and handcuffs," he muses. "You must be one of those rare good girls- good in bed."I can't take it anymore. He keeps teasing me with the fringe, my abused clit begging for release. To my surprise, I orgasm, gasping and moaning as the powerful pulses take over my body."Oh yes, you are a good girl,. The "waiter's" eyes widened, this time in true surprise, as his over-worked, nearly elderly cock began to respond slowly, starting to swell. "Holy fuck, this girl is good," he thought.Sir watched as Slave reached down to her own pussy. Without attempting the further her own arousal, she simply gathered some of her juices on her finger, making it slick and slippery. She raised her hand between Eric's legs, gave his dangling balls a quick squeeze, then reached further back and tickled his anus.