His stats seemed to be accurate so far, he was tall, skinny, and had a beautiful mahogany color skin. I especially liked the way he was dressed, south...pole sweatpants, and a over sized south pole shirt. A real thug looking black man; just what I like. He guides me to his living room, and pulls his sweat pants down; I pull down his underwear, and see his enormous flaccid cock right in front of my hungry eyes. It was about 8 inches soft; I immediately noticed the weight of this monster as I. The challenging thing was that the guest room is opposite to my parent`s room and they don`t close their door.I was wide awake and waiting for the signal. My mom opened the door. A loud noise could be heard. That was it. My cousin was far too gone in his sleep to notice anything. But my uncle woke up asking about what happened. She told him that she was going to toilet. She then casually provided the idea of closing their door in order to not wake them up in the middle of the night. This wasn`t. He gave a large smile when he discovered I wasnt wearing any panties and told the others, ready for action said Dave, and I moaned yes as Mick had several fingers in me frigging me to an orgasm. We all decided it was about time we went up to their room and made our way to the elevator, this time when we were in there was no lifting my dress up they just took it straight off leaving me in just my black stockings, suspenders, and high heels. I was pushed down onto my knees and Dave told me to get. "Carl said, "Great."Carl went over to the large model positioned in the middle of the table. Laid out in three dimensional glory, was his pickle factory. The model showed the access roads, added traffic lights, parking lots, and the three buildings all to scale and with the landscaping.George walked over and said, "This is the most expensive pickle factory in the history of mankind. The only way to increase its price tag, would be to gold plate everything inside." Will that be necessary?" Carl.