“Hello Mr. Hunter, it has been quite a while since you have been here, fifty years by my count. We do have new rules here sir, no mortals are allowe..., even if they are your guests,” the voice said, the voice of a man from long ago. “Jean, I never brought mortals in the past, you know that! All of these people are my fiancé’s dear friends, all are blessed with The Gift,” Dean replied. “Welcome to The Château,” Jean said as the gate opened mechanically. We pulled into the large circular driveway. Fondling them, I'd bring them up to my face and inhale the intoxicating musky fragrance of her secretions. Then I would rub the head of my rock hard boner on the silky material and ejaculate several large stringy gobs of my spunk into the crotch. I can't describe the intense pleasure I experienced in those orgasms. I would then put the panties back in the hiding place, clean myself up and go back to join the others. Later on s*s would make another trek to the bathroom, fetch the panties and. . and it was another black man. Her eyes roamed down his strong chest to his trim waist and the bulging stomach muscles. When they reached his penis a chill went through her. It wasn't incredibly long but it was thick, with veins that were bulging and pulsing from the hot blood pumping through them. His clear pre-cum juice trickled down the dark shaft in a steady stream, making the chocolate skin sparkle. His large balls squirmed in their sacks as if the sperm was ready to boil.Sandra was. Being sparsely decorated with two leather sofas, television, stereo system, and a couple of paintings that an artist friend had done gave it a feeling of openness. Since the past few days had been hot, the curtains and skylight shade were closed to keep the house cooler.Nancy exclaimed how nice the room was and immediately walked to the front of the house to pull back the curtains. She kneeled on the low bench inside the bay window cutout, giving me a great view of her fine ass as she looked.