I lowered my hands to Kate’s bare hips and steered her toward the white porcelain bathroom sink. We hobbled over toward it, a four-legged mass of st...mulated flesh and raging hormones and pungent pheromones. “Put your hands on the sink,” I whispered in Kate’s ear, which was still damp with my saliva. Kate exhaled sharply with excitement and put one hand on either side of the sink basin to steady herself. She knew what I wanted to do. Or so she thought. She leaned her tall, sleek, naked body. And you should see how nicely she makes funny noises with her armpits." Tag was on a roll now. Lucy was laughing and trying to listen at the same time. "Not to mention how delicately her pussy can pick up a quarter off the piano, even lying flat. The quarter, that is, not her pussy. Or the piano." Sounds like your kind of girl. Mine, too. Have you Tagged her yet?" He knew what she meant by the word Tagged. "Not yet, old gal, but it looks like it'll happen before the day's out." You're slowing. Everything was gone. Spasms of pain still clutched at my chest and stomach, and little whimpers still escaped my lips, but other than that, my world was empty. Suddenly a stench reached my nostrils, causing my stomach to wretch with a sickness. What was that? With a groan, I realized I soiled myself. I shit and pissed myself like an invalid. At that, I broke down. The pain, the sickness, the stench and shame were all too much for me to handle. And so I cried. Sobbing into the cold floor, the. .another man will have to take care of those responsibilities fo’ him.”Sambo laughed after gesturing to Leasa’s bobbing head when he mentioned the ‘well fed’ part of his lecture. The miserable white man just continued to lay helpless on the floor, being cuckolded right in front of his eyes by a sixty-year-old, fat ex-slave.Leasa worked her mouth furiously over the fat, black dick that Sambo was feeding her. Her dainty white hand was becoming accomplished at shucking the monstrous organ into her.