He was a tallhandsome black guy, late twenties and very well groomed.He spoke gently and reassuringly to us both. He made noattempt to do anything but...establish our requirements.He might easily have been an insurance salesman or afinancial consultant were it not for the bizarre natureof the exchange.We both had a sense of discomfort describing ourfantasies to him. It’s one thing to describe them toeach other, quite another to do it to a stranger. Hetold us that to heighten our enjoyment. I couldn’t remember having ever spoken since the first one. I didn’t need to knock. Blankenship ran by a clock in his head. If my appointment was at five-thirty, I was simply expected to enter at exactly that time and listen until he dismissed me.I set my drawing on his review easel and sat across from him to listen to his scathing critique again.He sat at his desk with his arms folded and looked at the drawing. He pursed his lips as his attention was caught by one thing or another. He squinted. Alison fell with me but levered up and wound up at my feet with her mouth over my cock. She engulfed it sucking the cum from within it and her juices and my expelled cum from the outside it. I gave another couple of weaker spurts which along with the other juices and she swallowed."Thank you. I needed that," she said."For someone who lost their anal virginity just a few days ago, you sure seem to like getting butt fucked." I love it," she responded. "I want your cock in my ass everyday. I want. Trina flipped them over and snuggled into Robbie's chest as they settled in for the night. When Robbie had finally pulled out of her ass she had leaked some of it out and onto the bed.Trina simply pressed her cheek against Robbie's chest and snuggled under the light bed cover that he had. The pleasurable tingly feeling in her ass still lingered there as she pressed her nude body to her lover. It was probably the large load Robbie shot into her bowels."Robbie." She whispered softly as the rays.