He didn't require her to make breakfast and usually had lunch at the office, and on the weekends he liked to fend for himself. Of course, Mr. Reiser h...d me now and I wouldn't mind taking care of him at all, at least as much as Mercy would allow. That turned out to be not much at all.Thin and kind of old, she was nearing sixty anyway, and a very old school black, as they say. Mercy had been born into slavery shortly after the war and would most likely die a slave. She'd had a child at fifteen, a. She was tortured in that way.For the second round, they divided themselves into two groups of three each.Each group fucked her once by taking chances and changing positions.Not even single hole of hers was spared.She felt a bit of pain when the black guy fucked her in the ass.He was really wild.They took a break and had some drinks.Patel told, lets cum on her.Some other man told not now, first let her ride us and all of them accepted.They slept in a line with their hard dicks ready and she rode. April expected it to be worse than it actually was. She had to search to find Jessica among the supposed teenaged girls. None of them looked like kids exactly, more like young women trying to look sixteen. Jessica for sure didn't look sixteen, but her introduction video suggested that for five dollars one could see what Jessica and he 'daddy' did together. The thought of that seemed disgusting to April, but she felt that she should see it. If for no other reason than to see what Jessica's so. "My hands are full, but would someone like to help her?" Mistress asked, of the room. The sound of a woman getting up, got my attention. I heard her approach. "Why, thank you. Just give that wet, little cunt of hers a good teasing," Mistress explained. The woman crouched down behind me and soon, I felt a couple of her fingers teasing the outside of my labia. I trembled to my very core. "Mmm," the woman purred, lightly touching me. She rolled her fingers over my dripping slit, drenching them in.