Vic pulled me into the van and told me to start servicing his friends. I looked around and saw three other black men sitting there, leather pants unzi...ped and massive hard cocks waving in the air. They argued about who would be first enjoying my red lips; but the one closest to me grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees.The bastard then pushed my head down to his black cock. At first I tried to resist; but some hard slaps cross my face convinced me to do as I was ordered. So I slowly opened. Since I had other women, I never felt mistreated or ill-used by this arrangement, and in fact, it had been my idea to recruit my friends to service her. It also helped to know that once she was done with her gang-bang respite, Jen would get back to work as Vicky’s mother. I was also thrilled that Jen didn’t have to work anymore, so she could be with Vicky all day long if she wished.At any rate, I was in no mood to deal with this kind of crap from a guy who still treated me as if I were a. I'd almost forgotten exactly how "micro" my micro-g really was until I splashed out of the surf and a dirty old man walking by with a metal detector stopped and gawked as blatantly as any of the college boys. I had to make sure that all my important parts were re-covered. They were, technically, but the suit still showed off a whole lotta skin. Also, the combination of cool water and hot sex had my nips poking up like pencil erasers beneath the thin material of the top. I smiled weakly at the. Leslie!" A firm stinging slap across the face made her pause.Through her stupor, he heard him say "Leslie. You're coming along well.I'm going to give you more of what you want. Do you want more?Excellent!"He leaned her forward, and her eyes lit up when she felt her assholerubbed by a hand other than her Masters. She knew the feeling well. Itwas a hand applying lube into and on her puckered hole. A moment later,the all familiar prodding of a cock began to press into her. She helpedby.