"You were fingering your ass weren't you?" John laughed."What the fuck are you guys doing?" Don't worry man, Jason is to me what you are to Ryan." Wha...?" I asked."Just hurry up, dry off, and then come to our room," John said before he walked off.I did what I was told. I cleaned off my hand, finished showering, dried off, then went to his room.When I got to his room I knocked on the door only to hear John answer, "Come in."When I walked in, I saw John sitting in his computer chair with Jason on. " Yolanda clicked out the browser.Turning her chair, Yolanda's eyes locked onto Sasha's aroused t-girl cock. It'd only been four months since they 'worked' together, but her dick looked more magnificent. Her cock curved at a delectable 9½ inches, same as Yolanda's, and was impressively thick.Yolanda fucked women for pleasure or paycheck. When she dealt with dick that wasn't her own—she had eyes only for Sasha's masterpiece—if the numerals were correct. And it was correct enough to coax her out. He'll wake up tofind himself buried in my throat some mornings and deep in my snatch onothers. I'll try to surprise him. The perfect man would be tall, muscular, and have a wonderfully bigcock. He should be able to control himself so that he's not pushing forsex at the wrong times but I want him to be able to become erect andfuck me at the drop of a hat. He needs to have fantastic stamina and beable to pound my pussy for hours when possible and be able to cum threeor four times a night, anyway.. Perhaps I should have guessed the type of scene when three of the biggest black men I’d ever seen, swaggered into the room. Already naked and with their sensors on, they strode in front of us, their large pricks half hard and projecting outward from their loins. I tried to cover my tits and mound with my hands but the biggest one just laughed and commented that he would shortly see and feel everything I was hiding and made coarse comments on how hard they would fuck us later. Would they fuck.