I went upstairs with their laughter in my ears. When I returned downstairs Ifound them in the lounge sipping wine. Mistress Georgia had striped to her...nderwear and Mistress Penny was between her legs licking her pussy. Or atleast I thought so until I got further into the room, I then saw that shewas sucking Mistress Georgia's big black!."Georgia said Leon is busy tonight, so I guess I will be finding my pleasurehere," she smirked.That night Mistress Georgia used her big black cock on both me. This time, when I called for a ride, I knew I would give the driver a treat, especially if he turned out to be an older black man, which, to me, was the demographic most physically attracted to me.The cab arrived, and I was ready. Underneath my work clothes (casual blouse and skirt), I had put on a pretty black lace bra, and no panties. I had read all of Nancy Friday's books about women's sexual fantasies, had imagined a few of my own, and was really randy, wet, and ready to act them out.It was. He starts caressing the inside of one of those creamy thighs. The edge of his hand brushes her smooth snatch, wishing to find signs of his imaginary Bruno’s cum dried there. Cathleen lets out a sharp breath at the contact. She gasps as his hand catches her pussy. He rubs her clit, thinking of his dream.He imagines her moaning as Bruno drives into her. Then he stops when she rolls over onto her side. “Good morning,” Cathleen says. “I was planning to wake up first.”“Oh?” Alan says, lifting an. “At least knock,” said Bobby. He let her wrist go.Mirriam knocked.“Go away!” came Linda’s yell from inside.“Linda? Honey?” said Mirriam, in her best “please let me in” voice.“Go away!“ yelled Linda.“Linda!“ yelled Paul.“Shut up!“ yelled Linda.“Please ... linda ... no ... you can’t...”Mirriam tried the doorknob. It was locked. She pounded on the door.“Linda jean, you let me in there this instant!“ yelled Mirriam.“Go away!“ came the yell from inside.A strangled moan came from what sounded like.