“Tim darling, I’m so glad to see you. I could use somehelp here.” She said in more of a matter-of-fact tone,than one of being surpri...ed to see me. I was alarmedat her apparent lack of shame.Just then I heard more voices coming into the bedroom,which had the many guest’s coats on the bed. I quicklyclosed the closet door and dropped a blanket across thebottom of it to keep the closet light from reflecting outalong the bottom. Why I thought of that, I’ll never. Chris MUST have given a signal because as his hands ran down my back, Franks fingers were inching up my bare legs and encompassing even more of my tingling skin. "Do you boys need more skin?" I asked. With their agreement I got up and took off my blouse. Chris pulled me over and pushed down my skirt. I stepped out pantiless and asked "Heels on or off" You can guess the answer of course. As I stood exposed to these lustfull men Chris asked if he could get me a refill of my wine and asked Frank. After a few minute he let me slip out of his mouth and licked the head then looked up at me and said, ‘do you think that you can last for more’. Well, as it had been a while since I’d had any good sex I knew that I could and nodded. He smiled and said, ‘turn around for a minute and let me keep you going ‘. With his hands on my hips guiding me he turned me round then pulled me gently away from the wall slightly and spread my legs wide. His lips kissed my buttocks as his hands roamed all over the. I now told myself I was only going to touch him, nothing more. As I did this he started to talk to me in a low hush authoritative tone. He was telling me I was a good slut and said I liked being in this dirty place giving pleasure to a big black man. I moaned and squeezed ever herded. He put his hands on my head and started to push me down to my knees. I tried to resist at first reminding myself only touch, only touch. However, my cock was telling me something different. And as always my cock.