“Don’t you know that most black men arehung like horses?”Miriam was amazed at what she saw. These were youngblack men who were probably about ei...hteen or nineteenyears old with some of them younger, who had cocks onthem that would make a stallion proud. They knew thatthey were big and that was why the American womenflocked down to see them. Miriam was aghast when shesaw that the huge black penis that these boys sportedwere much bigger than her very own husband’s. She hadpreviously heard several. She alternated gamely, sucking one than the other, before finally forcing them together and trying to suck on both of them at once, an attempt that was doomed to failure. That didn’t stop Janine, the red-headed receptionist from shouting out, “You go girl!” with her skirt up and one hand down her knickers. Ms Pickawilly had by now undone Annie’s blouse and made sure that her tits were hanging out of her bra.“Fuck, I could really spunk those knockers,” one of the men in front of Annie said.“No!”. That’s how we do it when we’re in a rush. When he placed his dick on the folds of my pussy I felt a powerful surge rush through me. I started to convulse and Carter quickly stepped back.“Well, that was embarrassing. That’s never happened before,” I said with my eyes closed.“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your mother squirts all the time.” Carter grimaced, “Sorry there was probably a better way to phrase that.”I couldn’t look at him as I said, “That’s fine. Mmm. I think I’ll need my. .. under present circumstances. A man does not wish our two great cities to go to war with each other again,” the stranger reassured Illyrio now.“Which man is that?” Illyrio tested his guest now.“This man is no one. This man is simply your honored guest,” the foreigner stipulated, even as he dressed in the decadent garments of a Lysene slave trader ... the perfect disguise for him.“Forgive me, that costume of yours rather amazes and startles me. It represents the antithesis of who and what you.