As their servant, it was her role to clean it up, and she’d get to work with gusto, licking fervently.Sometimes she’d fantasize that her efforts c...eaning would be enough for his erection to sustain, but sometimes she’d be more realistic. If he had just finished, he would be softening.Then came her favorite part. He’d point between Sansa’s legs, and it would be her job to clean there, as well. She’d use her long tongue to reach deep within her Lady’s crevices, trying to capture each and every. She moved up and down taking more and more of my cock. So was so incredibly tight I didn’t think it would go in. It was a good thing I was hard as an iron bar. I also doubted it would all go in her, I’m a little over 6”, but every time she moved up and down a little more kept going it.With her legs at my sides, her knees up to my chest, she was as wide as she could go, and I had all 6” buried in my sister. It felt so good, better than any hand job. She proceeded to bounce up and down, telling. After what seems like forever I see headlihgts in my driveway and I open the door so Marcell can come in. He Immediately grabs me and starts kissing me before I even close the door. I am returning his kisses and I hear the door open behind us. In walks two more black men. I feel a panic in my stomach and ask Marcell who they are. He says they are with him and they are all going to show me what good black fucking is all about. I try to protest but they are already in the house and carrying me. Mother alwaysknew best, always got her way in the end.Back at home, and hour and a half later, Terry's mother laid out theclothes: satin panties, a suspender belt - of all things - white stockingswith lace tops. "Go to the loo, first Dear. It'll be difficult once you'refully dressed." There was wisdom in that, as Terry knew what was comingnext.Back in the bedroom, Terry bowed to the inevitable, and item by item,dressed in the bridesmaid's clothing."Oh God, Mother!" I'm being dressed up like a.