All of the young men had been drinking and one in front of her had a belligerent history. She assumed it was the drugs he usually took that did this."...i Sandy. I was just about to come back."The leader of the three men turned to Sandra and smiled. He was large and looked like he had been in quite a few fights and won then all. "Hello Sandy. My name's Al. Are you one of Ronny's special friends?"Sandra knew what the man thought. It was either one of the women that liked Ronny's body or one that. I was stunned but thrilled.He told me to take out my cock, which I did. He looked at me and said, "who do you think is more man?" It was obvious. I didn't answer, just stood staring at his cock. He told me to get on my knees and crawl to him. I was in work clothes but did what I was told. He told me to close my mouth and he rubbed his cock in my face across my lips. He told me that I needed to prove I wanted his load.He asked if I was ready for a test. I said I was but was now worried about. I asked him, "You going to tell me your name, or do I just call youJones?" Suiting my action to those words, I grabbed his cock or, inBlack parlance, his Jones.His reaction was controlled and smug. Instead of being caught off guard,he unhurriedly took hold of my wrist and kept my hand where it was.Still in the mindset of Deanna, I tightened my hold fractionally andloosened it, repeating that several times, sending an unmistakablemessage of willingness. He let go and I didn't stop. His dark. You look defiantly at me and whisper " fucking bastard" Now what did I tell you, I'm going to silence you"I take off my clothes and you see my hard cock spring from my pants, I crawl up beside you and grab your hair and force my cock into your mouth, " suck it good bitch" I tell you. To your surprise and horror you open your mouth more eagerly that you wanted to and wrap your lips around my hard shaft and beging sucking, you think to yourself " what the hell?! Why is my pussy getting wet?!" As.