The church was anxious to convert the savages, but it wasn’t enthusiastic about worshipping with them. The fact that John could read and write bette... than most of the other members of the church did not help.At long last, the service ended with the singing of “What a Friend” and we edged our way toward the door.That was long.“Yes, but for three hours we sat with our man touching us.”I wanted to take his hand.“Ramie! Not in public. What would people say?”Sorry, Miranda. I’ll behave.Still, I. When I felt the beginnings of deep in me of orgasm, I told Brent and he stopped. He tied by dick back to my stomach. Brent then started rubbing something on my leg. “Do you know what that is?” I said “no sir” Brent continued, “it’s a small flat wood spatula”. With that I felt him remove it then smack, he hit my tight balls with the spatula. I jumped from surprise and the stinging sensation than radiated from my balls throughout my body. The next hit was even harder! I grunted. "It's just weird, obviously. Like, the three of us aren't going to get married someday. There's going to have to be a point where it stops. I don't know how she'll take it. I don't even know if…" What?" I asked, when she never finished her sentence."I don't even know if you'd pick me" she finally finished, a slight glisten in her eye. "I see how you look at her. She's beautiful, I know. And I agreed to this. I even like it when it's happening. I just don't know what our future is." I get it" I. I would have Tina describe how the fuck with the black cock went in detail until I could picture everything in my mind as if I were there. We would watch interracial videos and Tina would compare the size of their cocks to the one she had experienced. Tina would get excited to the point of orgasm every time she saw a blonde girl suck a black cock off. She said it was the wildest thing imaginable to have a black cock cum in her mouth because it made her feel like a total slut. Tina told me that.