My breasts swayed gently as I walked. I felt unusually sexy and affectionate that particular evening. I sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only my pa...ties, my bare breasts in view. I bade Marc to stand in front of me as I unbuckled his belt, undid his fly and lowered his pants and boxers, allowing his massively erect penis to spring into view. Marc stepped out of his pants and boxers and began removing his shirt. He had a marvelous body, tight but muscular chest and arms; powerful, athletic. And aroused. Multiple men. Chicks with dicks. Chicks with fangs and dicks. All fucking her. Pussy. Ass. Mouth. Sometimes she begged for mercy in the drawings. Sometimes she cried. Sometimes — and she’d had to go to one of her boyfriends for the Japanese translation — she came so hard she died. When she’d heard this, she’d creamed a little. But what perplexed her more than the notebook was the student who’d drawn them: Oukinakumo Watanabe. Soft-spoken, tentative, alert, ostensibly attentive. The ladies and I were shocked when Carol had swallowed me whole. when she bottomed out she licked my balls as a reward. The other ladies were cheering her on. When she came up for air, she stood up and got on me the same way as Julie had. She wasted no time in bury my cock deep in her wet fat cunt. She tell me that she wants me to make her a black cock whore and that Mary told how good my cock felt in her ass so I was going to have to show her just how good. So with her big tits in my face, she. Afraid that my mouth was open I quickly looked down so that I could review her application. Reading her name, I stuttered, “Good afternoon Ms. Want a Lot of Cock.” “Oh, Mr. Marshall, that’s Wanda Lota Koch. It’s true that in Germany my last name is pronounced ‘caulk,’ however, here I pronounce it to sound like KOSH.” “My apologies Ms. Kosh.” I stammered. “May I just call you Wanda?” “Of course,” she smiled at me. Seeing her smile and the way her tongue peeped out between her teeth and lips.