Thug 3 was fondling one of her breasts. “Yo bring that bitch boyfriend over here. Let him get real close to this cock fucking his girl.” Thug 2 s...id. Thug 3 came over, lifted up the chair I was on moved over to the bed. He tipped it over and on its side so my head landed right on Amber’s stomach, facing Thug 2 with his cock buried in my girlfriend. I could smell Amber’s lotion, lavender, the softness of her skin, and the dark contrast of the black rapists ripped body thrusting in and out of. I was dancing around, topless, loving the attention. I glanced around. Non of the other girls were topless. A couple had pulled their t-shirts up and were giving the men little glimpses of their nipples, but none were being as daring as me. I turned my back to the men and lent forward again, just as the organiser was walking down the stage behind the line of us. I couldn’t believe what he did. With the microphone in one hand, his other hand moved down and he cupped my right boob in it, then had. He turns himself around a starts a deep rub on your firm ass he squeezes your cheeks firmly. Your so wet and your heart begins to race as he spreads your legs to do your inner thigh you feel his hand rub softly over your clit you let out a heavy breathed moan and bite your bottom lip. He does it once more and feels your wet pussy drip onto his finger. He begins massaging your clit increasing in speed making you moan more and more. He slides one finger your pussy tightens as you feel it slide. I stood up, still stroking his dick and told him I wanted him to suck my dick. He got down in front of me and took my still small and hairless penis in his mouth. It was just like old times, and it felt great. He looked down at his watch and told me that he had to go give his sick grandmother her meds, but he would be right back. I went back to the trash bin and waited for him. He was only gone 5 minutes or so, but during that time I reflected on what had just happened and remember just how.