“Well, pansy, I’ve got a big surprise for you,” you say with a laugh, as I see someone else enter the room. “Because you’re going to be a bi...ch to both of us…”I’m shocked in a way as we hadn’t discussed me having to serve two big black cocks, but I stay silent, secretly excited.“You’re going to get fucked, used and humiliated,” you say, in a matter of fact manner, as I hear your ebony friend close and lock the door behind you. “Do you understand, bitch?”I nod dumbly, then feel your hand on my. . everyone from the castle has that stench, and I try to keep it as far away from me as possible. My old partner Marley used to enjoy diddling those sorts of clients but I haven’t the tolerance for bullshit that he’d had, even before he became deader than a doornail.“It’s nippy enough already in here, what with the coal strike, so lady you can keep your coat on and don’t bother showing off any of your other finer and more pronounced features that just might otherwise freeze and break off in the. Carol pulled her hands away from the hot slash between her lovely thighs, grasped the strap of her bra in one hand, raised it above her head and began to slowly twirl the bra over her head. She looked like a voluptuous nearly naked cowgirl, getting ready to rope her randy bull. The movement of her arms caused her firm breasts to jiggle and move back and forth with each twirl, they softly crashed together like two ripe melons with each rotation of her arm. She slowly turned around while at the. It was Peter.“Sorry I’m late. Work. Had some asshole fuck up my day. You look good. Bought a bottle. Need a piss. Where’s the party?”He handed me a warm bottle of prosecco and just walked in. “Er, hi Peter” I said. He walked right past me and ran up the stairs towards the toilet. I wasn’t very happy. I’d gone from happy to angry in the space of 20 seconds. This is why I don’t like Peter. Then all the issues he caused on my wedding day came flooding back and I went from angry to bloody angry in.