I told Wanda to turn and face me so I could see her nipples. When she turned around my mouth immediately went to her tits, one after the other, and I ...ungrily sucked on one nipple and then the other while my tongue massaged them and my cock became hard, pressing against her and beginning to leak precum on her abdomen. I reached down and began to stroke her pussy and then inserted first one, then two fingers into her glory hole while my thumb massaged her, by then, engorged clit. Soon, Wanda. Brad leaned in and kissed Rachel on the lips, then, he broke it off, his face mere centimeters from hers. She could feel his hot breath from his nose on her face. He wanted to make sure she wanted him too. Despite her conscious telling her she should get up and walk out, she kissed him back, and she could feel his lips curl into a smile as he resumed his attack, and shoved his tongue down her throat.As their making out intensified, Rachel began to let out soft moans. Brads hands wandered her. Now THAT is definitely not something you see every bloody day. And now, the piece de resistance, if you will.I ordered Khadija to kneel before me and the tall and chubby, big-bottomed Somali woman obeyed my command. I made her polish my thick cock with her succulent mouth while Kasim watched. Afterwards, I put on a condom then bent Khadija over, face down and ass up. I thrust two fingers into her wet, hairy pussy. I tasted them, and smiled. She tasted so damn good. Muslim pussy from Somalia is. His hand is hot. His eyes are focused on me. Warm. Accepting. “What did you know?” “Okay… It got to the point that in our day to day lives, I…shit this is hard… I was in control. If you asked him, he would never have thought that, but I was.” I pause, hoping this is enough. One look at him and I know it isn’t. “I felt like I always had to take the lead, to set the tone. He was always so gentle, so giving. I felt like I had no room to complain. I know it was my responsibility to tell him what.