Jokes were made and the other man joked that the pressure was on him now. Well after he continued to work his own stiff manhood, he made the suggest...on that he might use a hand. I waited to see if she wanted to help or if it was going to be up to me. Well I saw that she was not feeling comfortable enough to stroke another or maybe what she wanted to see was me actually giving him a hand. I got up from my chair and went over to him and as I got to him he released his grip, meaning to me. “I don’t pay rent. I don’t need it. I just want to share your food, offer you my protection,” he said. He probably wouldn’t have been a half bad looking guy if he wasn’t covered in dirt and hair. He was much younger than me but obviously older than Rory.“We appreciate the offer but we are fine on our own,” Rory told him.“I’ve been watching the two of you camping out here naked for the last couple days, spanking each other,” he smiled.“Well, I hope you enjoyed it,” I told him – I obviously. I turned toward him and pulled the collar of his polo down to begin kissing his neck and shoulder. My breathing grew heavier as he continued to lightly stroke my stiff cock. I worked my way up to his ear.“What do you want to do?” I breathed.“Do you want to bend over the bench?” he asked. “Can you take it without lube?"“You can lube me up with your tongue,” I said as I began groping his growing dick through his jeans.As soon as he pushed his jeans down, I engulfed his cock and covered it in. The rules had changed. She was available. The lust in his eyes relaxed Ingrid as she realized she could have whomever she wanted.Every head turned as the mostly older educators openly stared at them, but also attracting the attention of the conference attendees were a number of young white wives who had volunteered their 'services' as extra hostesses. They all wore their slave collars and slave dresses showing a copious amount of cleavage. All wore wedding rings to add to the black men's.