She looked me in the eyes again and started rubbing her pussy, “Please Zorro, don’t make me do this all by myself.”That woke me out of my trance...and I was heading over. I kneeled down and positioned my dick at her waiting entrance. I rubbed my head up and down the length of her slit. Enjoying the wetness and feel of her outer lips. She could stand it no more. She trusted her hips forward and shoved my head into her love tunnel. She gave a little moan and her body shivered. She closed her eyes. At some point I opened my eyes and from the glare of the tv could see three other black men standing close by and another sitting on the couch. All had their cocks out and were stroking them. "You weren't k**din' about this white bitch" one of them said and I knew I was going to get my fill of black dick, more than I could imagine. One of the men got on his knees on the mattress and moved up to my face and shoved his thick black meat in to my waiting mouth. And I loved it and didn't want it to. Ann knelt naked between my legs and unzipped my trousers, pulling them down my thighs. My cock strained to be set free from my underwear. Ann leaned back and helped me to remove my shoes, and then she proceeded to remove my pants. She slipped her slender fingers under the sides of my underwear and peeled them down my thighs and past my knees, setting my eight inch cock free. “Ohhh, I like it!” Ann remarked putting her manicured fingers around the shaft of my cock. She lowered her head and I. Bernard and one of the others were taken down to the basement and told to unload vans bringing in wooden chests of tea to be used for the Tea Parlour on the ground floor. It was hard work but no harder than the work he had to do at the station. It had, however, none of the elegance that might have been promised by the appearance of the exotic Mary Tang. It was just hard work overseen by an unsympathetic, sarcastically chiding, supervisor.Two other men were made to sit at a bench pouring the.