"I am not a racist!" Okay, then let's see you prove it by you jerking off me and my man here. Come on get to work!"Gina, like her husband realized she...had no other choice in the matter. Her hands encircled both cocks and she started to pull on them, and with each pull they seemed to get bigger and thicker. The coach slid off her blouse and bra tossing them in Harold's direction. Then the men took off their shirts. Mr. Smith had chiseled seven-days-a-week gym muscle. The coach was a powerful man. He licked and sucked lapping up my hot sweet juice and pushed a finger into my tight hole feeling me wriggle at his touch and push against him as he teased my g-spot.The bulge in his trunks seemed to pulse as he watched his wife - a teacher, squirm and moan on her desk powerless under his skilled touch. I decided I needed to balance the score and slid from the desk onto my knees. Lifting my arms up I pulled his waistband down letting his trunks drop to the floor and his almighty cock spring. .. I’m taking her to see the new movie at the Multiplex and then a late supper at Mauricio’s.”“Aren’t you the smooth talker? Even though it is NOT a school night—I expect her home at a decent hour.”“Yes, Ma’am.”Just then there was a noise at the top of the stairs. It got both our attention, and Mom and I both looked up to see... Caroline!She was in an amazing jade-colored gown ... dress? No ... gown! Her hair was up and off her face, a light makeup to accentuate her dimples. Open shoes that. Would he dare?Regaining whatever composure she could find she whispered, "No, Master please don't stop..."He didn’t look upset with her answer. One finger delicately outlined her breast. “Are you sure?" He pinched her nipple then caressed the pain away."Yes. Please..." He smiled and grabbed her breast letting it fill his entire palm. “Derrick,” she breathed, her voice heavy with need. “No more questions. Just…touch me. Please.”He tipped his head up to answer her. “Just one more question.” He.