He then took a long slow draw of his zipper as Mark's eyes just fixated on his crotch watching Quinton's bulge throb in his pants. Even if Mark hadn't...have touched it, he would have been convinced by now that this cock was going to be every inch what he had dreamed about for years.Mark dared not say a word, worrying anything said might be the wrong thing at the moment. He just knelt in front of Quinton patiently, as the tall black man continued to tease and build the anticipation of showing. Dorothy in particular had some wonderfully pleasurable activities planned for Terry, enjoying the mental images of Terry as a Sissy-Maid at a ‘Circle’ party...a short frilly maid’s outfit exposing his cock and arse for the access of the guests as they wished, maybe have Terry oral pleasure her husband as her son fucked his sissy ass, filling him with her young son’s cum she loved receiving herself, or maybe she would have Terry lick her son’s cum from her pussy as she had Terry ride her. The other men were lining the benches up around the stage. Once the benches were in place they stood up, looked around, searching out a particular woman. It was obvious that they were looking for their wives and daughters in the crowd of abused women.I watched as they each located their woman and led her to the bench. The women were placed on the benches on their backs. A wide, leather strap around their abdomen held them in place.The naked white men took up a position, kneeling beside the. Not satisfied, he untucked my shirt, caressed my stomach and moved up until he connected with breast, tweaked nipple through my bra with a circling of his thumb.I was pretty much totally surrendered at this point. My super sensitive nipples were, are, my weakness. If touched just the right way, they are a direct line to crotch. Their like tiny buzzers, that when manipulated, would let permit any visitor into the building. He pretty much had me at this point. Outside of the occasional.