Moving would, by all standards, make good sense. William offered the last argument. "I know three fantastic builders that would make houses for you ju...t the way you want them. One in particular would drop everything to take care of you. HIS name is DAVID. I think his name is Campbell? He is a cracker jack builder. He can build anything from a bonfire to a high rise. He's got almost the prettiest wife and daughter you ever laid eyes on. You MIGHT know him." The others were all laughing at. To the girls I was a long forgotten bystander; to the two ebony studs I was an object of total humiliation. They smirked at me and mocked me as the girls ran their hands up and down their hard, black bodies. My heart sank deeper and deeper as I listened to my Sarah and the others praise their new African lovers.As humiliated as I was I could not help but tug on my dick. Sarah and Courtney were racing the tongues across Andre’s torso while Melissa held his enormous cock, playfully slapping it. Please.” He pulled her out of the bath by the hair and as soon as her feet touched the ground he slammed his knee into her stomach. She crumpled. Casey wasn’t a little guy and the kick nearly stopped her breathing. He kicked her again. Harder in the stomach. Making sure only to bruise her were it wouldn’t show during the party. “Please Casey,” she screamed, “don’t hit me. Please.” He kept on kicking her; each kick harder than the one before. She screamed and cried on the floor. Finally he. I parked the car just off the road, squeezing it into a break between two twenty-foot dunes. It must have been after 3:00 AM, but there was enough of a moon to make the white sand glow like new-fallen snow. The water sparkled in the distance as small waves quietly collapsed onto the beach, leaving the sand flat and slick after a slow retreat.Laurie was so awed by the scene, one I had by then taken for granted, that she sat quietly and stared for a long time. Then, suddenly, she reached forward.